Journal - Calm before the Storm - Day 5 As I swiftly ride my blue chariot into Castle Frisco’s, I think of my day tomorrow. It gives me strength knowing that I will be re-united with my family. The Dutchess, Lady Suzanne; has given me hope with this news, last night; and it will get me through this battle tonight. Half way there and together we’re starting to see the light through the thick clouds in the distance. I make my way to the battlegrounds, flanked by Sir Master Scott of the Dwarven clan and Master Bobby, dabbler in magic; his wit and energetic charm will quickly disperse the creatures with horrific pain. I have pity on the creatures for the first time. The Songstress, Lady April joins us on the main grounds. Her beauty and song will give me hope to slay many creatures tonight. Lady Natalie, Glass Archer; quickly takes out incoming hordes up front. Lady Shibby is also close at range. With the combined music of her song with Lady April, we might witness even the horde dancing in the night. Even in their delight, the creatures will still fall under my sword. Bearing witness to speed and strength, are what the creatures can only do. They fall quickly under the Halflings, up front. Their actions a blur of motion, they are under the watchful eye of Sir Eric, of Kron. Shining white polar bear fur; he stands ready with battle axe in hand. Flanked by two newcomers, King Cheesman has summoned two Amazonian warriors from the south area of Ungard; Lady Rachelle and Lady Melissa. They tower over their foes with staves in hand. Spinning with such speed, the hum of the staves are defending. These beauty’s smash into the vile creatures with such force, it’s truly a sight to behold. Lady Rachelle is one not to be reckoned with, but her witty charm even tested my patience as she smashed one of my supplies. This action proved to lighten my spirits. I race to the grounds, as hordes of witches invade my campground. Cackling with glee, they look to me with hungry eyes. I’m in a frenzy to hold them at bay. What curse could befall such maidens in the realm of Piedmont? I hope and pray that my wife does not befall such a terrible curse of greed and hunger. Quickly I strike down with sword and shield. Throwing elixirs of bubbly juices, Cokk and Spryt; to keep them at bay. Other witches succumb and quaff down the sweetness of red potions selected by Lord Jeffrey of Wineburg. But one area of witches are showing strength in numbers. From the dark isles of Ireland, these witches show no mercy. They gaze upon me and I fall to my knees under their spell. Before they steal my very soul, Lord Colm, Knight of the Emerald Castle; smashes down with great force and breaks the curse I almost became victim to. I watch in awe as this Irish warrior swings the large Claymore of Justice through their bodies like a hot dagger through bees wax. But it not just I, who struggles. Sir Scott, the Dwarven warrior is slashing through a vile creature on the grounds of Tabla Thurti For, protecting the back halls of supplies. This creature unleashes breath of hot gases that spew across the grounds, hitting even the foul creatures around us. It unleashes quick thrusts with its spiked tail. The Dwarven warrior shows his true power of agility and strength. Without a thought, Sir Scott pulls another axe and leaps through the air like a Arnongion Toad. With his huge arms, the axes come crashing down on the hideous head; sending the creature into oblivion. I feel pity for it and for the squire, Santos who now must clean up the mess. King Cheesman has joined us and remains in his throne room. The Lords of Wineburg, Wizard Bobb and Duke Buddy counting supplies; King Cheesman is insuring our survival for the remaining days of combat. We hope the merchants travel, in haste; with the much needed supplies. We have a long battle ahead and our safety is on their hands. As the torches flicker from the slashing of sword and axe, the night dwindles down. A last ditch effort is made as the last swarm of horde rush into the castle. The Halflings too busy with their own battles and Sir Erik admiring his reflection in the pool of light, we await the onslaught. The Elven Archers, Lady Darcy and Natalie quickly spray crystal arrows into the creatures dark souls. With magic, axe and sword; Master Bobby, Sir Scott and Sir Colm are overwhelmed with exhaustion. I quickly assist and the creatures falls onto the now bloody grounds. Music is sung and Lady April and Lady Shibby, make their way through the camps and soothe any lingering creatures for us to slay. As quickly as it started, it ends. I retreat to the, now empty dungeon, to refresh my supplies and take note on my rewards I’ve gathered through battle. The moon still full, I bid my wishes to my comrades and make haste out the castle doors. My body covered in wounds and sweat dripping from my tired arms, I’m with a new refreshed spirit. Tomorrow is a day without battle. My prayers and thoughts are with them and I look forward to joining them on the 7th day, which I’m told might include a visitor of great power. Even greater than King Cheesman.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Jul 2013 15:11:49 +0000
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