Post by Soleil on Nov 6, 2008 0:43:49 GMT -5
-::- It didn't take long for news of the attack to reach his ears it filtered through the infirmary like a plague over lands.. His lips curled in a sneer, he knew this was happen, he only hoped Alexandra got out of the way in time to not be harmed.. Morira had long since left his side to tend to others so he was left alone in the room he'd been taken to which probably wasn't a smart thing to do..
He shifted and with a wince climbed to his feet. His side felt as though it were on fire from the constant cleaning to keep it from getting infected, the war wasn't over yet and he was still alive. While he was still living and breathing as much to pick up his sword he would fight. He was a man of his word and he wasn't about to start going back on his word now.
He tested his strength by picking up the sword, able to as well as swing it that was good enough for him. He grabbed the thin chain mail shirt and slipped it on soon after the torn and blood tunic and cloak covered in not only his blood but the blood of others he fought since the war started. He glanced through the opening of the door knowing he wouldn't get out of here by walking out the front door he turned to the window.
Silently as possible he unlocked the window and slid it open to carefully climb out as quietly as possible, thankful it was only the first floor. Once he was outside he turned to pull the window back down so it was closed, then turned away to find an available horse knowing they didn't bring him here with his. Which was fine, that meant it would be safe. He located a nearby horse and reached to gently stroke it's snout his voice barely above a whisper.. -::- " Shhh I need you friend.. I need your help to help Avalendor. " -::- When the horse knelt he grinned and shifted to mount as the horse stood.
He shifted the reins and would take off before anyone had the chance to notice or even try to stop him. He was gone. His free hand moving to rest over the stitches in his side, he would have to be careful this he knew. Reaching the military manor only to see the military just now getting into formation he barked his order. -::- " We are at war, I thought as it were you would stand by me and fight? Are you men or are you mice lets win this war! " -::- He shifted atop the mount wincing inwardly but continued anyway. -::- " Cavalry you know what to do, break into two groups one fall back towards the castle shores keep them from getting on to land if they get past the navy and our allies. " -::- He paused to clear his throat. -::- " The other half team with the archers you may not be able to shoot arrows but you can ride while they take aim. We must all work together... "
-::- The horse shifted nervously sensing the change. He was weak but he continued.. -::- "Infantry split up I want half in the brush half on the eastern shore.. Who among you are the fastest rider? " -::- There was no way he'd be able to get to the rangers in time and he was in need of a messenger.. His gaze would drift towards the cavalry assuming one of them would be the one to speak up first.. -::-
It was dazzling to watch all of the ships change their masts to those of peace; it looked like a ripple spread through out the water. Freshly arrived as commander, Zane stood there opened mouth at the event that unfolded. His orders were given and their own mast was lowered to half staff - indicating for everyone to remain ready and wait. He had wanted in on their row boat to the shores but had missed his opportunity in joining the party because he had been so amazed by the surrender. Something was not right.
Minutes passed and nothing happened. It was safe to say that they were waiting for their commander to return. Zane had witnessed several wars and none of them ended like this, people just didn't work that way. These men had yet to see battle and blood lust was still high in them; one could almost smell it loom over the water. Not wanting to miss this chance, Zane sent out two row boats to give orders to the others before meeting the port and waiting for any developments from the land. First his orders were to assume the white flags of their foes but to advance into positions to attack their ships easily, advancing on the enemy as they waited the return of the commander. Second the men in the row boats would find out if agreement was reached. Zane didn't want to recreate a war that had already ended.
When the commander failed to be returned, Zane realized the worst and ordered their mast to rest 3/4th of the way down - and order to be on the ready. But the fleets backed away before coming in for their attack. For a moment crews were disoriented, but they regrouped and battle sprang ahead. There were more boats coming in then defending and as best as they tried they couldn't keep all of them from hitting the shores. Dozens of boats came in to the shallow waters and unloaded their men in stacks and stacks of row boats. Pushing their way onto the shores.
The defending fleets raged war with the oncoming ones. Boats rammed boats and men boarded for the attack. Zane's ship had sunk one from a collision and had boarded two others. Steel of the blade clashed and men were wounded on both sides. Zane's men were fighting hard and thus far victorious of those that they personally fought. The other ships in his fleet were hard to monitor and it was hard to tell how many Avalendor ships were lost. But Zane couldn't worry about that. He had his own fight ahead of him - a man of average height whose left brow had a fresh scar rendered to it.
"Be careful, with 'im, eh?" The body of Aramis was hefted up the side of the ship before the men climbed onboard.
"What the bloody hell happened here?" The voice barked out harshly before the men had a chance to settle themselves back onto the solid surface of the ship's deck.
"Well?" King Cyrus impatiently questioned. Cyrus was the king of an allied land of Saelis, Rotheria, a kingdom high up in ranking within the council of Saelis.
"Your majesty, Lord Aramis has been assassinated... The war is over."
"Like hell it is!" A wicked grin slowly began to creep along his lips and he moved towards the railing of the ship, straining his eyes to view the shores of Avalendor. "We all know I'm next in order after Aramis... The council of Saelis now rests in my hands... I was his cousin...May the horrid man rest in peace." He laughed out loudly and shook his head, pushing away from the railing. Cyrus paced back and forth as he stroked his beard in thought. "If we let them get away with this.. They either find a way to come to our lands and attack us so they can claim Saelis as their own... Or...Well. They have something of Aramis' and something that I believe belongs to Saelis. We should continue my cousin's wishes for this war and take down Avalendor." He nodded, ending his thoughts to himself before he turned to the captain. "Lower the white flags. Raise the black. Tell the other ships to attack. As for us, let's pull back. I won't be as stupid as my cousin and get myself killed. The other rulers of this council would back down and turn away. Let's get moving!"
The captain watched as their new leader moved off, below deck. Aramis' body was also lowered to the lowest deck where storage and weaponry were kept. He sighed and shook his head. It couldn't be that easy could it? What was the reason for this war anyway? To protect their lands? He doubted Avalendor would come after them...He could tell they were only trying to protect their own lands right now. Why would Queen Alexandria remove her kingdom from the council if she was interested in taking over it?
The crew stood around, confused, awaiting orders as they all seemed to be at a stand still. The captain shouted then. "Raise the black flags again and let's fall back." The other ships would know the black flags to be a signal to attack. And as the flags went up and the large ship started to head back, the fifty idle ships slowly began to head towards the isle once again. They all spread out, circling the entire isle with decent sized spaces between each ship. Avalendor was surrounded and several of the enemy ships had been attacked already and sunk, or damaged... But various other ships had succeeded in getting close enough to throw down the row boats and the army made its way towards the shores all around the isle. The second battle had begun.
Aoife would sigh as she heard the noise of a new attach, a “new war.” The people’s faces fell as they heard this and turned back to hide within the walls of the castle. Confinement was not horrible; she supposed the wars were new to her. After her town had been sacked once a season since creation, she was quite accustom to it. But it did not mean she didn’t have sympathy for the poor people of Avalendor. It was frightening. With another sigh, she’d pull her lap loom from her and set it next to her sack, though just out of reach of her two ewes and ram.
A slim fingered hand would go out to gently catch the elbow of a mother and son she had conversed with a few times before the whole mess started. Pink lips would curl into one of her charming smiles as she’d incline her head before that melodic voice would slither past her grin. “Hoi, Sarah, Master James,” yet another smile, softer for the boy as she bow her head again, “May I impress on ye? I’ve need of yah to watch my little group and things.” Again, the word things would sound more like the pleasant “tings.” “I’ve food enough to share at the bottom of that basket for yer trouble.”
Sarah would bob her dark head in return, the smile slowly creeping back to her worried features as Aoife would kindly address them both, more so when she had a task to do, instead of fiddling about her mind solely on her husband outside the castle, “Of course, Missus,” with a chime in from young James, “Yes!” At which point the young boy would toddle over to the little ewe and start petting as the little lamb started to tug at sleeves.
With that settled, she’d place her little loom next to her basket, the balls of yarn hiding her wrapped breads and cheese, a little bottle or two of water and wine. Yup, a right old time for a picnic. Though pulling from the basket, she’d come up with a pair of wicked looking shears. Heavy metal and regularly sharpened for her emergency woolectamies. These would be held at her side, some of the bright blue, yellow, and red skirts hiding it, though she wasn’t going to make a show, she wasn’t giving off as if she’d actually use them. A small knife was still hidden in the skirts’ pocket. Right, she was accustom to invasion, but she wasn’t going to play the fool and go out unprotected. Last, she’d pluck a little square packet that held her embroidery needles and thread. That would join the knife in her pocket.
Aoife would quietly make her way through the lines of women and children taking refuge, her mind rolling over the possibility of helping the wounded, although she had no idea where the healers would meet, she’d find something to do. Thus, that lithe form would slip through the gates and give a warm smile to all around her. She made the area shine as a little hope sparkled in those brilliant cornflower blues.
Off to war!
Part of her hated the sitting here, but that was what they did, they were the surprise… They were in charge of protecting the lands. Hues narrowed on the horizon in front of her. However her gaze was broken as she heard one of her rangers. She looked down to the man speaking to her. “Seems that the Saelis leader fell in battle…” Julianna’s head would tilt a bit at the news. Hues lifted to the horizon behind her. The ships were far off, but she could see white flags.
“This is good news, however, I wish to remain hidden for the time, until we hear otherwise for certain…” Her gut was telling her this seemed to easy. What if it was some trick to fool them into letting their guard down. She looked back over to the ranger who was looking at her still. “But…”
“I will have no buts! War is never simple, and until I hear otherwise, we remain here, understood?” The ranger nodded and moved to start the chain. Julianna could tell he wasn’t thrilled about the whole thing, but something in her gut told her to remain there, at least until official word came to her. Rumors were often spread to try and gain advantage in war.
Julianna’s gaze scanned around her. She had a sinking feeling in her gut, and she wasn’t sure why, but she didn’t ignore her feelings, she lived by them. One thing her brother had taught her. Fingers gently tapped upon the hilt of her sword. She wasn’t sure what to look for really.
Once again she looked over her shoulder in the direction of the ships that had been visible. Hues narrowed a bit the white flags were moving? They were moving down… And the black ones were replacing them once again. Oh this was far from over. “The white flags have come down, be warned, they aren’t finished yet…” She spoke down to the ranger, who looked surprised and disappointed. He had been hoping it was over.
Gaze shifted to the horizon in front of her. Was she seeing what she thought she was seeing. Julianna leaned forward a bit narrowing her gaze in on a focus. It was then the ships became clear. Hues widened at it became clear what they were doing, they were surrounding the island. Gaze was sent back to the ranger. “We need to act fast. They are surrounding us. Send word back to the military manor of what they are doing, tell everyone else to get ready, they are closing in on us…”
He didn’t need to be told twice. The word went down the lines, and the rangers were getting ready. And one was sent out to the military manor to warn them that the ships were attacking all the sides. The rangers were nothing if not efficient in getting around the isle. Door of the manor were pushed open as the ranger rushed in announcing the ships were now surrounding the isle.
Everything seemed to be going so fast...yet to her it felt so slow. Apparently, for a few moments, the war was said to have ended, when in reality it wasn't even close. Everyone, at least those in the military, might have known this already. Such a large enemy wouldn't back away so easily over the death of their leader. Power like that always had a back-up, no?
But Aithne took what little down time they had to search for her brother. Last she saw, he had joined in with the cavalry, following some dark-haired female rider that looked as though she was going to reshape his face with her fist any second now. Was he ever going to learn? Perhaps the man seriously just needed to settle down, but she was afraid no other would be able to tolerate him. She chuckled lightly at her thoughts.
Whispers and calls signaled the arrival of the military commander--from what she heard--and she paused in her searching to send her attention that way. The war wasn't over, as she already had guessed, but when he was splitting up some divisions Aithne's gut twisted into knots...Was Saelis surrounding them? Even still, they had enough ships to do so, and they'd be foolish not to grab that sort of advantage. It would just be a difficult situation for Avalendor.
A glance to the group of archers gathering together, Aithne moved her way towards them, taking up an extra bow and quiver full of arrows in the process. They appeared confused, glancing around as if in search of someone with no luck. "Where's yer commander?" she finally asked, only receiving the same confused looks. "Someone jus' gimme a bloody answer," came her voice more sternly, but not in a yell.
Finally one of them would answer, "We don't know...haven't seen her in days."
"So who 'ave ye been takin' orders from?"
"Just Lord Thias," he replied. Aithne knew that he couldn't always be around to continuously give them orders...that was why there was a commander assigned for each division.
She fell silent, wandering her eyes towards the beach in the distance where to her shock Saelis was already attacking the navy and getting too close to the shore. Aithne then took the command since no one else was and they could choose to listen or not, but she'd do her job. "Archers, half of ye ge' tae tha beach! Cover tha cavalry!" she called out before turning to take a hold of the arm of a random comrad. "You, take the rest with the riders to the castle. I put you in charge." She didn't know his name, but she'd remember his face. It was all she had time for before she began to rush towards the beach behind the others.
If the cavalry remained organized and attacked in separate lines every few seconds instead of bombarding upon the Saelis soldiers that made it to shore, the archers would have an easier time covering them with their arrows. But in the mean time, Aithne ordered them to the water's edge, picking off the enemy in the rowboats as they made their approach, backing up every so often as they continued to get closer. She did not want to be too close to those that would sadly make it to the beach. As much as she could fight close range, she chose to remain with the archers who relied on their long range weapons, and do her best to keep them acting as one large unit to aide the cavalry before and during their attacks on the Saelis warriors that would soon enough hit the beach of Avalendor.
Tired, cranky, and dry of any form of alcohol, Gramh watched as Thais arrived and spoke to the Cavalry. Shouldn't that be someone else's job? He simply walked toward the others, mounting up atop his steed as he looked to one of his peers, briefly whispering. "Men or mice...stirring lad 'ey?" This tone low, humorous as he winked, causing the concerned look on the young rider's face, who was positioned next to Brahm.
As he asked for the fastest rider, he'd duck his head. He knew how to spur a beast but wasn't about to miss a chance to greet the enemy that seemed to want a second helping. Looking to some of the riders around him, Brahm would shrug and grin. " 'ey lads...still 'ere when we be asked to greet 'em proper?" Looking down toward the archers he'd chuckle. "Angels guide us, best not keep 'em waiting 'ey?!" Already beaten, sore, and without any form of drink, the thought of a good fight had served as all the motivation needed for this gruff soldier.
"No worries sir, we'll be greetin 'em proper and good." A smirk and wink was given to Thais before he turned on his horse, taking half of the cavalry with him. A wild look in his eyes as he looked out toward the archers. Them bastards better be as good as he was hoping or they'd be cut-down before ever reaching the enemy.
With their destination looming in the horizon, Brahm would call out. "Aye boys! Let's give these nancies a bloody good kickin!" This caused a collective chuckle and raise in their confidence, despite their battle weary bodies. "May the hands and eyes of the almighty smite m'enemies..." He whispered to himself, meaning the archers finding their marks before he unsheethed his sword and spurred toward the enemy.
Marcus had finished dragging the last of the fallen with he heard the military commander had arrived. He would lift his gaze over the messenger before he continued with what he was doing. Shame...the young always seemed to be the ones who endured the most losses.
His fingers lightly pressed over the young soldier's eyelids before he slid them down. Moving forward he would see one of the wounded attempting to climb atop his steed, Marcus would lightly press his hand on his shoulder. "Brave lad...best stay here. You will do your kingdom a greater service." His tone was soft but authorative, a natural tone which called for respect. A faint smirk was given through his bearded lips as he would give the young man a nod.
The rider would not object, simply taking breath and limping away from his steed as Marcus slipped onto it. Steadily he'd trot toward Thais. "Where will you likely be heading?" He spoke in a low tone, so the conversation would be held between them. "If you choose to follow 'em to the shores I will take the remaining to guard the castle. Though I think they'll be better served here to as a defense with the archers. They will be too far from the battle to understand what is occurring here and plan properly. They stay here with the others, planning could be immediate. I have no doubt the front lines will hold...but should they fall, those who remain will be ready."
The young healer ran through the halls seeking out the one woman she needed to speak to. When those dark eyes rested upon the one she sought she skidded to a halt infront of the woman.
"hes not in his room, no one has seen him in the halls. I was bringing him some food." the girl panted as she looked at the woman she had practically come to worship for her skills and knowledge of the healing arts."
Those soft browns did rest on the girl a frown creasing her brow at her words. Laying a hand on the girls shoulder she looked at her before glancing down the hall towards the rooms.
"who is not in his room?" she had a an idea of who the girl spoke of but she wanted to be sure first.
The man you helped earlier the one who was wounded badly." the girl bit down on her lip then as it was part of her duty to keep an eye on the man.
She smiled softly at the girl and pressed past her towards the room she had left Thais in to rest. Once she saw the empty bed she turned towards the girl and even though the frown was still set across her brow she was not mad at the girl.
"Run to the castle and tell the guards the High Healer has a missive for the Queen. Once you are in her audience tell her that the Military Commander was injured badly and has left the infirmary unbeknownst to me. She will want to know."
She knew just how much Alex cared for Thais she was not blind to matters of the heart. She could only hope that the stitches she had placed to hold his side closed would handle the mans exertion and movements without tearing.
The cavalry commander had never even dismounted, siting tall and erect in that military saddle, his hands resting on the hilt of the long handled war hammer that he had strapped to his saddle. It was a brutal weapon, one he hadn't gotten to use yet. He'd sit there as his men and women straightened and stretched their muscles, taking their momentary relief and brake from sitting in those hard leather saddles. When Thais showed up, he grinned a bit, giving the man a slow nod and standing upright in his stirrups. He'd twist and glance towards where the majority of his men and women were. "Alright Men you heard him ... every one, ride an Archer on the back of your saddle to help cover ... drop them where their commanders demand them." He'd twist and glance towards where he had last seen Terra, quirking a brow skywards as he called out orders for her.
"Take half of the cavalry ... and report to the water front ... you're in command of those men, I want you to use your better judgement ... but remember that these men's lives depend on your tactics..." He'd call towards her, quietly wheeling that horse around and gesturing towards the castle. "Half of you follow me, half of you follow Captain Ronain !" He'd twist, gripping up those reigns in those large, powerful hands and turning his horse to ride hard towards the castle. He didn't like sending Terra and her men to the front, but he knew he'd be better able to serve from a command position.
"God go with you ..." He'd call over towards Terra and her men as he moved towards the archers, extending one of those large hands down to help one of them up to ride on the back of his own personal war horse, leading his men by example. He grinned as he twisted in the saddle, helping the archer into the back of that horse before starting of at a brisk pace.
Terra had taken a short break, keeping silently to herself but remained alert of everything that was going on around her. People already cheered and celebrated while most others knew it could not be the end. Apparently it was just a sense that everyone seemed to have at that moment. Dismounted, she checked Altair to make sure he was alright, stroking his nose and whispering gently to him to assure he was calm. It was during the high commander's words did she pull herself back up into the saddle. Gaze soon shifting to Ancaladar as he addressed her, making that knotted feeling in her gut worse than before. Was she afraid? Some could call it that...She would not deny she was not at least a little afraid. Those who did not feel any fear, even in the very smallest amount, were either lying to themselves or were deprived of any form of emotion. Or perhaps they were just that good. Her bit of fear drove her, sent her adrenaline pumping, actually kept her focused and determined. It all depended on how one transfered their emotions.
To feel fear and to be brave was to be human.
But that determination outgrew that fear, and she nodded firmly in response to him, "And with you, sir," she replied before he rode off. Then, she turned towards the riders that remained to be under her command. Her heart raced, but she kept a steady composure easily. "You heard the commander. Into formation and make way to the shore! We work with the archers and attack in turn!" she called out the beginning of the orders before turning Altair around to head off to the beach as the archers already there fought to keep the enemy back...but they could only do so much.
"First line, attack on my command!" Terra waited off at the side as the men got into formation, watching carefully as the archers began to back up while the Saelis soldiers kept pushing to the shore. Then they hit the sand. One, simple word was called out to send the first set of the cavalry unit towards the water's edge, "Attack!" Horses' hooves pounded against the sandy earth as the Avalendor riders spurred forward, charging towards the enemy that made their first step upon the beach. Lances, spears, and swords struck down at the men to assure none continued to move...but as the cavalry turned around to head back to the unit, there were a few the archers would have to pick off that had survived or were still able to wield a weapon. As the arrows flew, the next riders in line prepared for Terra's order to charge.
It was an easy plan of attack to follow and could work for a good amount of time...as long as the enemy that made it to shore weren't in an overwhelming number. Yet, of course, that would only last for so long...and they'd have to pull back and drag the infantry in to help keep Saelis from spreading too far.
As he spurred ahead, he'd look to either side of him seeing the cavalry amass in formation. Fearless bunch. Every bit as tired, moody, hungry as he. Hunger for victory and blood passing through their eyes. Perhaps this band of wild dogs was a little more amusing to stick around with.
As the enemy forces closed in, Brahm would twirl his blade in a finer grip and swing down upon upon them.
An explosion of steel upon flesh, steel upon steel would echo. The earth shook in fear at the savagery displayed on both forces. Naturally, as had been the case with his last horse, Brahm somehow found a way to get dislodged. A spearman raising the tip into his shoulder, pushing him back.
Groggily, he swayed on the ground as the masses faught with one another. The spearman closing in and raising the weapon for the finishing blow before the young man Brahm had spoken to earlier passed, taking the spearman's back with the tip of his own. Holding his shoulder, Brahm would look up and chuckle before taking up his sword, running it through the first Saelis he found. Perhaps later he'll get more familiar with these breed of horses, for now it seemed destiny wished him off of them. That'll all change if he manages to survive this bit of course.
The day passed with an aching slowness. The sun had been high in the sky and heat had been a punishment to all those with iron and steel in their hands. The grind of the day lodged itself between the scapulae and hung there on Zane's back. They had lost a small number of ships but not before they took down their own little dent in the enemy's numbers. As the night approached the fighting slowed. There would be little light for attack and moving through the water could prove dangerous. This is where a home court advantage was utilized and much like before, Zane had 2 dozen men or so prepped to dive into the ice cold waters for a sneak attack. In the late hours of night, when the enemy felt some confidence to slumber, Zane's men crept up unsuspected onto several ships. Throats were cut when they were met with an opposition. Zane's own knife had silenced vocal cords. The goal was to reach the lower decks and to start a fire. This plan of attacks worked out very well for them and was considered a success for they had taken down more numbers then they had lost. Zane was pleased but he knew this little trick wouldn't work next time.
Fighting by day with little pause during the nights, the navy rather successfully held off a bulk of Avalendor's attackers. Obviously dozens upon dozens of ships had made their way to the shore and the land crews had a much more heftier task then did the Navy. But they were doing the best they could with their small numbers and surviving past day one and two had been enough of a success to Zane. He was proud in their skills but also antsy to get back to the land and find out their news. It seemed when he was on land he wanted to be back on a boat and vice versa, never satisfied with either life.
It was some time during day five when Zane board yet another boat. His booted feet met with the wooden planks as he dropped onto their deck. Just like what one sees in swashbuckling films, Zane drew his sword and sliced through victim after victim. His blade moved through flesh with little opposition. He rotated in a blur with little regard to the person whom he pierced and killed. Teeth gridded as he pushed and shoved his way into taking over yet another boat.
This is how it would play out, Avalendor Navy struggling to scrape by. But what would happen when the second wave would hit? Zane was worried about what was to come and he worried about what was happening out there on the shores?
There was nothing but silence from the infantry. Naevah felt that while waiting could be tedious and boring, it was crucial to remain silent and to listen to all that went on. But at the sight of Lord Aramis heading towards the castle with Thais, she found herself narrowing her eyes with curiosity at the situation. A "peace" talk, she was certain of it.
So when the war was claimed over, Naevah had a feeling that it wasn't. Her men cheared and clapped, celebrating that they had become victorious so easily. She quickly turned around and yelled out loudly. "Be quiet!" Her men gave her strange looks then, wondering why they were being scolded so soon in their celebrating. Naevah shouted out again. "This war is not over...Keep your guards up, you will see." A hush soon fell over the infantry as they stood there for what seemed like a very long time. Naevah stood tall, holding her shield at her side, the bottom of it resting on the ground. Her other hand remained on the hilt of her sword. She watched in the distance, the ships with their white flags waving in the light of dawn. An inaudible sigh escaped her lips. For as long as she had lived in Saelis, she knew they never gave up that easy. Even if it were true that Aramis was dead, there would be someone else calling the orders.
She saw those flags change from white to black again. And that flamed boulder was shot towards the isle, setting the shore grass on fire. Naevah shoulted out loud. "Prepare for a second battle, infantry!" She honestly had no idea what orders to give her division right now. The last order she had received from Thais was to fall back to the castle. For what though? To be honest, Naevah was growing quite annoyed right now by the lack of communication that was NOT going on too much. And the last time she had taken matters into her own hands, that damned cavalry commander gave her hell for it. She turned around and glanced back at her men as a wave of sound shifted through the lines, of metal armor and swords and shields coming into preparation. She began to pace in front of the lines, inspecting her division, stopping only when she saw someone in need of assistance with their armor. She spotted a man struggling with a spear. She stopped in front of him and just stared at him, waiting to see if he'd settle the problem on his own, first. But when she decided it was taking him too long, she grabbed the spear from his hand and threw it aside. "Get a new one. That one is busted. Have I taught you nothing, private?" She narrowed her eyes at him before he shook his head and darted off to the back of the lines where the extra weaponry was. Naevah began to pace again, her eyes glancing off towards the distance to see the progress of the enemy and to come up with an estimated time they had remaining. Avalendor's ships had gone out by then, already attempting to take down as many ships as possible. Several ships had sunk and she felt her stomach twist, a concern growing for Avalendor's new navy commander. She hated.... hated birds! He couldn't die, because she hated birds. A slow grin formed on her lips as she thought of their last conversation, but she quickly shook it off. She wouldn't let that distract her now. This was war and there were no times for such thoughts. She had to think of a plan, and very fast. And so she continued to pace, as her mind wandered to various different ideas she could come up with. The cavalry had already gone out to attack those enemies that were beginning to spill in towards shore, and the archers and navy had already begun to fight. So were they to wait until they were called? Or strike at their own time whenever she thought it was fit to do so?
-::- Thais awaited someone to step up till finally someone came forth.. -::- " Ride like the wind to the forests find and alert the Cammander of the Rangers.. Take down as many as possible leave no one alive.. Show no mercy. I trust her judgement.. Pass it along to attack from the treetops never from the ground and avoid coming in contact with the ground the key is to stay out of site.. Make it as though the forest is coming alive scare off as many as possible from coming that way.. Go now! " -::- He would nudge the man off towards his horse.. His side was starting to bleed again he could feel it running down from the stitches and soaking into his tunic and under armor.. He shifted his arm to hold the wound..Staying atop the horse he would dirrect it towards where he'd saw the infantry member run off to alert Naevah and moved off in that dirrection.. There was more to what'd he said to the private.. -::- " Naevah?!?!? " -::- He'd call above the crowd as he moved urging the horse on...He could see her then tending to a private having trouble with his armor.. -::- " Naevah, their numbers are still greater than our own we must rely on stradegy and tricks.. " -::- He paused for a moment.. -::- " We have to move fast before they reach the shores, any stray boards dead grass anything.. We need to dig out some places and creat traps around the castle to keep them from getting to it.. find some way to lead them into a trap, and false assurance of victory..then hit em when they least expect it to wipe out as many as possible.. " -::- He winced and bent forward.. Somewhat flushed he could feel a fever coming on and growled in fustration.. -::-
Naevah quickly turned around when she heard her name called out. She felt only a small bit of relief at the sight of the military commander. She moved her hands back to tie her head full of braids with a ribbon, keeping it all out of her face. It was no surprise to her what Thais was telling her. That they were outnumbered... She expected as much. But she listened attentively as he spoke. Her brows furrowed a bit as she thought carefully about his idea. Finally, she nodded in agreement. "I will see what we can do." Her eyes slowly roamed to his side where she saw the blood and she could tell he wasn't at his best. Her eyes filled with slight concern and she stepped forward, placing a hand upon his shoulder. She spoke quietly. "It is not my place to be saying so, but you do not look so well. Perhaps you should get to the castle or infirmary. My men and I are capable of handling this ourselves, don't you worry, yeah?" She gently squeezed his shoulder and nodded, hoping he'd take her advice. But she didn't wait for him to argue with her on it, instead, she turned away from him and began shouting out orders. "Alright. Listen up everyone. We need to create traps surrounding the castle. I don't care how you do it, or what you do... Use your heads...Whatever works. Let's get to work now! Fast pace, let's go!" Naevah rolled up her sleeves and began moving around, collecting up loose grass and twigs, and throwing them into a pile. Her men had already started to get to work, digging holes and making up random and different kinds of traps around the castle. Naevah assisted whomever she could, making sure that each trap looked as if it would be a successful one.
-::- He only shook his head... -::- " It's my duty Naevah... and there was no time to apoint someone to take my place... I must continue till I can either find someone or this bloody war is over... I don't give up that easily.. " -::- But then again she probably already knew that.. If none knew his commanders did, exactly how stubborn he could be. He climbed down from the horse and moved towards the castle obsreving the traps being put into place. He paused along the side... -::- " No that's too close...all they have to do is throw a sword to trip that one after they find the other.. Further apart make them think there is only a few.. so when the jump across the first containing the dead they find another more brutal that caves the ground to trap more than just one... Common dig men. Your lives, and the lives of our people depend upon this. " -::- He even moved to grab a shovel and paused when a pain shot through him like a spear.. He hesitated then picked it up, jumping down into the hole to assist digging a tunnel with the others.. When it got too far he retreated back and would help cover up the hole and set the trap... Pausing a moment..No that'd be too easy to trip it had to be weight of a person walking on it.. Once he was saticfied it looked as though they'd done nothing there... He turned then and paused... -::- " Has anyone seen the archers or their commander? " -::- Come to think of it last he heard of any of them was in the meeting.. Brows furrowed a moment... and it hit him... He turned and moved back somewhat limping, favoring his side trying to avoid moving his side as much as possible.. -::-
Ancaladar had taken Thais orders and had returned to the castle with exactly half of the cavalry, each man riding double with an archer. He'd reign that horse in as he returned, letting his own archer slip from the back before he did the same, twisting and lowering his armor clad frame to the ground with the crunch of heavy boots. His half cape billowing slightly as he moved towards where he saw Thais moving. He'd raise a hand as he approached, tossing the reigns of his horse off to another of his men. "Commander ... I did like you ordered, half the archers are on the beaches with my second in command, the rest of them are here with me ... we split in half just as you ordered ... now what do you want us to do here ?" He'd be ready to order his men to do whatever they told him to. He stopped a few feet off, resting one of those large hands down on the hilt of that well crafted longsword. His helmet held underneath his other arm securely. [x]
Naevah let out a small laugh at Thais' stubborness. It was his own life, but she knew the longer he waited around to get treated, the less use to the army he would be, and that wasn't a good thing. If Thais continued on as he was, he'd fall ill suddenly, or even die, and Avalendor would be left without a commander. She just shook her head and glared at him before she moved on and continued to help her division with the traps. But as Thais questioned about the archers, Naevah stopped and brushed the dirt from her hands before she spoke. "I haven't seen Amber around...I don't think she is around...But I've sent a good friend of mine over to the other archers... Her name is Aithne and she's got a damn good shot..." She shrugged her shoulders. "Not sure if any of the archers know what they are doing, but I trust Aithne would get them into order..." She smirked slightly, thinking of the Irish woman, and what she was capable of doing. She watched the cavalry units come into view and her eyes fell upon Ancaladar. So now only half of the cavalry was off fighting off the enemy? Well that was interesting. She stepped off, turning away and going back to helping out with the traps, giving directions and orders to better each trap, and offering her assistance to get the traps set up.
-::- It would take more than a deep gash to get him sick or even kill him.. It'd been tended to and even if she did argue with him that's all she'd get.. The wound had been tended to and stitched as well as medicated.. With what he didn't know simply because he was distracted the whole time just about and half out of it.. In his mind he was more useful doing his job then laying around on a mat hoping he wouldn't die and Avalendor would win... No he needed to be out here fighting along with them or helping behind the side lines anyway he could... He was silent for a time in thought till he heard the horses approaching then followed by Ancaladar' voice... -::- " Take the archers towards shore hide them best as possible make Saelis think this way is the only safe way and quickest to the castle... Stand back to guard over the archers in case they need a quick escape... Do you know how many if any have reached the shore? " -::- He turned towards Ancaladar then, shifting all his weight to the one side he pulled his hand away from the bloodied area of his tunic and cloak... -::- " There is a way we can beat them... this war is still in our hands. " -::- He paused for a moment.. -::- " Send word to the guards inside, to start moving people bellow into the lower levels of the castle where it is safest into the secret rooms.. that way if they do get past the citizens are still safe. " -::-
He stopped dead when his orders were given, and a brow quirked skywards as if confused. He had just been ordered by this same man to bring half the archers here, with half of his cavalry .... now he was being told to turn around and pretty much go back to what he had just been doing. He'd glance towards Naevah, making note of the wound to Thais' side ... was the man perhaps delusional ? It was a chance. He'd quirk a brow at the woman who commanded the infantry, before glancing back towards Thais. "But sir, you just ordered me to bring half of the archers and cavalry here ... would it have not been easier to order us where we were to go and do such ?" Was he starting to lose faith in Thais' military skills, well that was a possibility, the man had just wasted precious time after all. [x]
The traps appeared to almost be completed. She was proud of her men and how quickly they responded and got things done. She yelled out loudly. "Nice work, ladies! Let's quickly finish this up now!" She grinned, and the men started to laugh at her joke of calling them ladies...An inside joke they all had once they finally got around to having a female commander. She turned away and walked back over to where Ancaladar and Thais were. She caught the end of what Ancaladar had said and her brows furrowed in confusion. Hands rested on her hips and she waited patiently to tell Thais that the traps were set and ready. Head tilted as her eyes fell on Ancaladar again, then back to Thais, wondering the same thing Ancaladar was. Was Thais losing his mind? Was the wound affecting him more than any of them, even Thais, thought it would be?
-::- Thais would merely roll his eyes before they'd narrow upon Ancaladar.. -::- " Unless I hear anyone else making suggestion I'd advise you just follow orders.. All this is coming off the top of my head and I haven't exactly been able to rely on full orders getting from me to any of you. " -::- He growled.. -::- " The rest of your division and the archers you have now with you need to get to the other side of the shores in that dirrection. " -::- He even pointed, point blank the opposite side they'd come from.. -::- " I have been working along here with the infantry creating traps for them. We need to either lure or chase them in this dirrection with false hope of victory and or safety. Unlessyou have any better ideas that you have neglected to send word of or say yourself. We have to get moving now time is of the essance unless you doubt my ability to think straight. " -::- Which for some strange reason he didn't doubt. He sighed and shook his head.. -::- " I suggest you get moving if there is nothing else to be said. This is not about rank this is war. I could care less what postion who is in. You follow your heart or trust in what you believe is right. But we have a kingdom and people to defend here. What I say makes little to no differance without my commanders. And without any suggestions and ideas from any of you it is a one man show I can not take on in my condition. We need to work together here. Make a suggestion or trust in me. " -::-
Naevah just shrugged her shoulders. She was doing her part and busy working with her men to make the traps. As the two commanders argued over what needed to be done, Naevah slipped away and continued assisting the rest of the infantry with finishing up the traps. Once they were done, she quietly moved along, checking and inspecting each hole and every trap, making any adjustments of fixes on any that seemed to be suspitious or not hidden enough. After the last one was checked, she smiled and nodded, brushing her hands together. "Excellent. Alright men..." She lifted her head up to inspect the lines of men. They had lined back up behind all of the traps. Most likely tired from their exerting themselves to dig all the holes. And in that moment when she saw their tired faces she cursed silently under her breath. How would they fight tired and sore? It would have to do. She called out. "Men... I am most amazed at all of your hard work here. You've finally proven yourselves to me and I have no doubts that we can pull through this. You're not too tired to kick some Saelis arse now, are ye?"
The men roared out loudly, showing the strength and energy they had left in them, and Naevah grinned. "Alright men, you know the plan!"
The commotion of the men slowly died down and each and every man stood side by side, hands holding swords, spears, axes and whatever other chosen weapon they had. Shields were held at their sides and eyes remained attentively ahead. Naevah stood with her men on one of the ends. It would be a while before the enemy would show its faces. The army that had gotten past whatever divisions tried to hold them back. But now they came towards the castle and saw the large infantry waiting for them to fight. They marched forward, though Naevah and her infantry did not budge. The enemy lines thought nothing of it, other than that they were hesitating to fight, and would hope that by them standing still, they would stop before attacking. But that was not the case. Saelis continued towards them, in hope they'd easily take Avalendor's infantry down and attack the castle.
But finally, the traps would prove to be perfect, and the front lines of the enemies would begin to step onto the traps and fall straight down into the steep holes.
Naevah watched, her stoic expression in check, though she kept her fingers curled tightly around the hilt of her sword. The traps were wide and it would take a running start to be able to jump over them. But the men were too close now and continued to fall in. Though the back lines were catching wind of what was happening and stopped in their place.
The air filled with screaming, yelling men trying to escape from the traps. In a way, Avalendor's infantry was trapped too, on the other side of the traps. That was how it appeared. The enemies stared at them in question, a little confused. They wondered what to do next. Their commander gave orders to move forward, but they were thinking of a way to get to the other side without becoming trapped.
Avalendor was silent for moments, faking out the enemy as if they had no idea what to do next. And then Naevah shouted out loudly. "NOW!"
The first line moved aside and let those in the second and third lines come forward with large wooden platforms that were thrown down over the holes, putting the enemies in the dark now. They'd hear the footsteps of Avalendor's infantry quickly move over them and then came the sounds of metal clashings.
Naevah and her men fought hard and quickly, striking down enemies, several lines stayed behind, removing the platforms so that they could not cross over and attack and raid the castle. Men were pushed and shoved into the holes. Those that stayed behind made sure no one came back out.
They fought until the loud sounds of battle hushed down and all that was left was the dead, the injurred, and Avalendor's infantry. They had succeeded in their second battle, and Avalendor was quiet again.
She was covered with blood and dirt now, and she stood, hands on her thighs, hunched over, catching her breath. It was a good fight, but she knew, still, that it was far from over.
When the orders to move to the safety of the castle came she bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. To many injured were in the infirmary to move with out causing more damage. So she ordered the novices to see to the ones that could be moved to the caslte be moved and for them to stay there as well. She chose several of her best novices to stay behind to help tend to those that could not be moved and told them to arm themselves should the enemy find thier way to the infirmary for she knew that even in battle the wounded would need tending to, to keep thier numbers strong.
Making her way to her room she stood in the doorway as her eyes danced over its contents. Falling upon the rose she had laid on the shelf near her journal she closed her eyes and whispered a soft prayer to the gods to watch over Orin before she stepped towards her trunk and dug inside it looking for her knife. Sliding it into the belt that was wrapped about her waist she once again bit down on her lip as she knew this battle was going to bring much bloodshed and she prayed that no deaths would come of it.
Making her way back to the common area she stood there, she was staying in the infirmary and was not going to leave it no matter what. Those who were injured relied on her to see to thier wounds and she wasnt going to run from her duties..only death would take her from that.
He shifted and with a wince climbed to his feet. His side felt as though it were on fire from the constant cleaning to keep it from getting infected, the war wasn't over yet and he was still alive. While he was still living and breathing as much to pick up his sword he would fight. He was a man of his word and he wasn't about to start going back on his word now.
He tested his strength by picking up the sword, able to as well as swing it that was good enough for him. He grabbed the thin chain mail shirt and slipped it on soon after the torn and blood tunic and cloak covered in not only his blood but the blood of others he fought since the war started. He glanced through the opening of the door knowing he wouldn't get out of here by walking out the front door he turned to the window.
Silently as possible he unlocked the window and slid it open to carefully climb out as quietly as possible, thankful it was only the first floor. Once he was outside he turned to pull the window back down so it was closed, then turned away to find an available horse knowing they didn't bring him here with his. Which was fine, that meant it would be safe. He located a nearby horse and reached to gently stroke it's snout his voice barely above a whisper.. -::- " Shhh I need you friend.. I need your help to help Avalendor. " -::- When the horse knelt he grinned and shifted to mount as the horse stood.
He shifted the reins and would take off before anyone had the chance to notice or even try to stop him. He was gone. His free hand moving to rest over the stitches in his side, he would have to be careful this he knew. Reaching the military manor only to see the military just now getting into formation he barked his order. -::- " We are at war, I thought as it were you would stand by me and fight? Are you men or are you mice lets win this war! " -::- He shifted atop the mount wincing inwardly but continued anyway. -::- " Cavalry you know what to do, break into two groups one fall back towards the castle shores keep them from getting on to land if they get past the navy and our allies. " -::- He paused to clear his throat. -::- " The other half team with the archers you may not be able to shoot arrows but you can ride while they take aim. We must all work together... "
-::- The horse shifted nervously sensing the change. He was weak but he continued.. -::- "Infantry split up I want half in the brush half on the eastern shore.. Who among you are the fastest rider? " -::- There was no way he'd be able to get to the rangers in time and he was in need of a messenger.. His gaze would drift towards the cavalry assuming one of them would be the one to speak up first.. -::-
It was dazzling to watch all of the ships change their masts to those of peace; it looked like a ripple spread through out the water. Freshly arrived as commander, Zane stood there opened mouth at the event that unfolded. His orders were given and their own mast was lowered to half staff - indicating for everyone to remain ready and wait. He had wanted in on their row boat to the shores but had missed his opportunity in joining the party because he had been so amazed by the surrender. Something was not right.
Minutes passed and nothing happened. It was safe to say that they were waiting for their commander to return. Zane had witnessed several wars and none of them ended like this, people just didn't work that way. These men had yet to see battle and blood lust was still high in them; one could almost smell it loom over the water. Not wanting to miss this chance, Zane sent out two row boats to give orders to the others before meeting the port and waiting for any developments from the land. First his orders were to assume the white flags of their foes but to advance into positions to attack their ships easily, advancing on the enemy as they waited the return of the commander. Second the men in the row boats would find out if agreement was reached. Zane didn't want to recreate a war that had already ended.
When the commander failed to be returned, Zane realized the worst and ordered their mast to rest 3/4th of the way down - and order to be on the ready. But the fleets backed away before coming in for their attack. For a moment crews were disoriented, but they regrouped and battle sprang ahead. There were more boats coming in then defending and as best as they tried they couldn't keep all of them from hitting the shores. Dozens of boats came in to the shallow waters and unloaded their men in stacks and stacks of row boats. Pushing their way onto the shores.
The defending fleets raged war with the oncoming ones. Boats rammed boats and men boarded for the attack. Zane's ship had sunk one from a collision and had boarded two others. Steel of the blade clashed and men were wounded on both sides. Zane's men were fighting hard and thus far victorious of those that they personally fought. The other ships in his fleet were hard to monitor and it was hard to tell how many Avalendor ships were lost. But Zane couldn't worry about that. He had his own fight ahead of him - a man of average height whose left brow had a fresh scar rendered to it.
"Be careful, with 'im, eh?" The body of Aramis was hefted up the side of the ship before the men climbed onboard.
"What the bloody hell happened here?" The voice barked out harshly before the men had a chance to settle themselves back onto the solid surface of the ship's deck.
"Well?" King Cyrus impatiently questioned. Cyrus was the king of an allied land of Saelis, Rotheria, a kingdom high up in ranking within the council of Saelis.
"Your majesty, Lord Aramis has been assassinated... The war is over."
"Like hell it is!" A wicked grin slowly began to creep along his lips and he moved towards the railing of the ship, straining his eyes to view the shores of Avalendor. "We all know I'm next in order after Aramis... The council of Saelis now rests in my hands... I was his cousin...May the horrid man rest in peace." He laughed out loudly and shook his head, pushing away from the railing. Cyrus paced back and forth as he stroked his beard in thought. "If we let them get away with this.. They either find a way to come to our lands and attack us so they can claim Saelis as their own... Or...Well. They have something of Aramis' and something that I believe belongs to Saelis. We should continue my cousin's wishes for this war and take down Avalendor." He nodded, ending his thoughts to himself before he turned to the captain. "Lower the white flags. Raise the black. Tell the other ships to attack. As for us, let's pull back. I won't be as stupid as my cousin and get myself killed. The other rulers of this council would back down and turn away. Let's get moving!"
The captain watched as their new leader moved off, below deck. Aramis' body was also lowered to the lowest deck where storage and weaponry were kept. He sighed and shook his head. It couldn't be that easy could it? What was the reason for this war anyway? To protect their lands? He doubted Avalendor would come after them...He could tell they were only trying to protect their own lands right now. Why would Queen Alexandria remove her kingdom from the council if she was interested in taking over it?
The crew stood around, confused, awaiting orders as they all seemed to be at a stand still. The captain shouted then. "Raise the black flags again and let's fall back." The other ships would know the black flags to be a signal to attack. And as the flags went up and the large ship started to head back, the fifty idle ships slowly began to head towards the isle once again. They all spread out, circling the entire isle with decent sized spaces between each ship. Avalendor was surrounded and several of the enemy ships had been attacked already and sunk, or damaged... But various other ships had succeeded in getting close enough to throw down the row boats and the army made its way towards the shores all around the isle. The second battle had begun.
Aoife would sigh as she heard the noise of a new attach, a “new war.” The people’s faces fell as they heard this and turned back to hide within the walls of the castle. Confinement was not horrible; she supposed the wars were new to her. After her town had been sacked once a season since creation, she was quite accustom to it. But it did not mean she didn’t have sympathy for the poor people of Avalendor. It was frightening. With another sigh, she’d pull her lap loom from her and set it next to her sack, though just out of reach of her two ewes and ram.
A slim fingered hand would go out to gently catch the elbow of a mother and son she had conversed with a few times before the whole mess started. Pink lips would curl into one of her charming smiles as she’d incline her head before that melodic voice would slither past her grin. “Hoi, Sarah, Master James,” yet another smile, softer for the boy as she bow her head again, “May I impress on ye? I’ve need of yah to watch my little group and things.” Again, the word things would sound more like the pleasant “tings.” “I’ve food enough to share at the bottom of that basket for yer trouble.”
Sarah would bob her dark head in return, the smile slowly creeping back to her worried features as Aoife would kindly address them both, more so when she had a task to do, instead of fiddling about her mind solely on her husband outside the castle, “Of course, Missus,” with a chime in from young James, “Yes!” At which point the young boy would toddle over to the little ewe and start petting as the little lamb started to tug at sleeves.
With that settled, she’d place her little loom next to her basket, the balls of yarn hiding her wrapped breads and cheese, a little bottle or two of water and wine. Yup, a right old time for a picnic. Though pulling from the basket, she’d come up with a pair of wicked looking shears. Heavy metal and regularly sharpened for her emergency woolectamies. These would be held at her side, some of the bright blue, yellow, and red skirts hiding it, though she wasn’t going to make a show, she wasn’t giving off as if she’d actually use them. A small knife was still hidden in the skirts’ pocket. Right, she was accustom to invasion, but she wasn’t going to play the fool and go out unprotected. Last, she’d pluck a little square packet that held her embroidery needles and thread. That would join the knife in her pocket.
Aoife would quietly make her way through the lines of women and children taking refuge, her mind rolling over the possibility of helping the wounded, although she had no idea where the healers would meet, she’d find something to do. Thus, that lithe form would slip through the gates and give a warm smile to all around her. She made the area shine as a little hope sparkled in those brilliant cornflower blues.
Off to war!
Part of her hated the sitting here, but that was what they did, they were the surprise… They were in charge of protecting the lands. Hues narrowed on the horizon in front of her. However her gaze was broken as she heard one of her rangers. She looked down to the man speaking to her. “Seems that the Saelis leader fell in battle…” Julianna’s head would tilt a bit at the news. Hues lifted to the horizon behind her. The ships were far off, but she could see white flags.
“This is good news, however, I wish to remain hidden for the time, until we hear otherwise for certain…” Her gut was telling her this seemed to easy. What if it was some trick to fool them into letting their guard down. She looked back over to the ranger who was looking at her still. “But…”
“I will have no buts! War is never simple, and until I hear otherwise, we remain here, understood?” The ranger nodded and moved to start the chain. Julianna could tell he wasn’t thrilled about the whole thing, but something in her gut told her to remain there, at least until official word came to her. Rumors were often spread to try and gain advantage in war.
Julianna’s gaze scanned around her. She had a sinking feeling in her gut, and she wasn’t sure why, but she didn’t ignore her feelings, she lived by them. One thing her brother had taught her. Fingers gently tapped upon the hilt of her sword. She wasn’t sure what to look for really.
Once again she looked over her shoulder in the direction of the ships that had been visible. Hues narrowed a bit the white flags were moving? They were moving down… And the black ones were replacing them once again. Oh this was far from over. “The white flags have come down, be warned, they aren’t finished yet…” She spoke down to the ranger, who looked surprised and disappointed. He had been hoping it was over.
Gaze shifted to the horizon in front of her. Was she seeing what she thought she was seeing. Julianna leaned forward a bit narrowing her gaze in on a focus. It was then the ships became clear. Hues widened at it became clear what they were doing, they were surrounding the island. Gaze was sent back to the ranger. “We need to act fast. They are surrounding us. Send word back to the military manor of what they are doing, tell everyone else to get ready, they are closing in on us…”
He didn’t need to be told twice. The word went down the lines, and the rangers were getting ready. And one was sent out to the military manor to warn them that the ships were attacking all the sides. The rangers were nothing if not efficient in getting around the isle. Door of the manor were pushed open as the ranger rushed in announcing the ships were now surrounding the isle.
Everything seemed to be going so fast...yet to her it felt so slow. Apparently, for a few moments, the war was said to have ended, when in reality it wasn't even close. Everyone, at least those in the military, might have known this already. Such a large enemy wouldn't back away so easily over the death of their leader. Power like that always had a back-up, no?
But Aithne took what little down time they had to search for her brother. Last she saw, he had joined in with the cavalry, following some dark-haired female rider that looked as though she was going to reshape his face with her fist any second now. Was he ever going to learn? Perhaps the man seriously just needed to settle down, but she was afraid no other would be able to tolerate him. She chuckled lightly at her thoughts.
Whispers and calls signaled the arrival of the military commander--from what she heard--and she paused in her searching to send her attention that way. The war wasn't over, as she already had guessed, but when he was splitting up some divisions Aithne's gut twisted into knots...Was Saelis surrounding them? Even still, they had enough ships to do so, and they'd be foolish not to grab that sort of advantage. It would just be a difficult situation for Avalendor.
A glance to the group of archers gathering together, Aithne moved her way towards them, taking up an extra bow and quiver full of arrows in the process. They appeared confused, glancing around as if in search of someone with no luck. "Where's yer commander?" she finally asked, only receiving the same confused looks. "Someone jus' gimme a bloody answer," came her voice more sternly, but not in a yell.
Finally one of them would answer, "We don't know...haven't seen her in days."
"So who 'ave ye been takin' orders from?"
"Just Lord Thias," he replied. Aithne knew that he couldn't always be around to continuously give them orders...that was why there was a commander assigned for each division.
She fell silent, wandering her eyes towards the beach in the distance where to her shock Saelis was already attacking the navy and getting too close to the shore. Aithne then took the command since no one else was and they could choose to listen or not, but she'd do her job. "Archers, half of ye ge' tae tha beach! Cover tha cavalry!" she called out before turning to take a hold of the arm of a random comrad. "You, take the rest with the riders to the castle. I put you in charge." She didn't know his name, but she'd remember his face. It was all she had time for before she began to rush towards the beach behind the others.
If the cavalry remained organized and attacked in separate lines every few seconds instead of bombarding upon the Saelis soldiers that made it to shore, the archers would have an easier time covering them with their arrows. But in the mean time, Aithne ordered them to the water's edge, picking off the enemy in the rowboats as they made their approach, backing up every so often as they continued to get closer. She did not want to be too close to those that would sadly make it to the beach. As much as she could fight close range, she chose to remain with the archers who relied on their long range weapons, and do her best to keep them acting as one large unit to aide the cavalry before and during their attacks on the Saelis warriors that would soon enough hit the beach of Avalendor.
Tired, cranky, and dry of any form of alcohol, Gramh watched as Thais arrived and spoke to the Cavalry. Shouldn't that be someone else's job? He simply walked toward the others, mounting up atop his steed as he looked to one of his peers, briefly whispering. "Men or mice...stirring lad 'ey?" This tone low, humorous as he winked, causing the concerned look on the young rider's face, who was positioned next to Brahm.
As he asked for the fastest rider, he'd duck his head. He knew how to spur a beast but wasn't about to miss a chance to greet the enemy that seemed to want a second helping. Looking to some of the riders around him, Brahm would shrug and grin. " 'ey lads...still 'ere when we be asked to greet 'em proper?" Looking down toward the archers he'd chuckle. "Angels guide us, best not keep 'em waiting 'ey?!" Already beaten, sore, and without any form of drink, the thought of a good fight had served as all the motivation needed for this gruff soldier.
"No worries sir, we'll be greetin 'em proper and good." A smirk and wink was given to Thais before he turned on his horse, taking half of the cavalry with him. A wild look in his eyes as he looked out toward the archers. Them bastards better be as good as he was hoping or they'd be cut-down before ever reaching the enemy.
With their destination looming in the horizon, Brahm would call out. "Aye boys! Let's give these nancies a bloody good kickin!" This caused a collective chuckle and raise in their confidence, despite their battle weary bodies. "May the hands and eyes of the almighty smite m'enemies..." He whispered to himself, meaning the archers finding their marks before he unsheethed his sword and spurred toward the enemy.
Marcus had finished dragging the last of the fallen with he heard the military commander had arrived. He would lift his gaze over the messenger before he continued with what he was doing. Shame...the young always seemed to be the ones who endured the most losses.
His fingers lightly pressed over the young soldier's eyelids before he slid them down. Moving forward he would see one of the wounded attempting to climb atop his steed, Marcus would lightly press his hand on his shoulder. "Brave lad...best stay here. You will do your kingdom a greater service." His tone was soft but authorative, a natural tone which called for respect. A faint smirk was given through his bearded lips as he would give the young man a nod.
The rider would not object, simply taking breath and limping away from his steed as Marcus slipped onto it. Steadily he'd trot toward Thais. "Where will you likely be heading?" He spoke in a low tone, so the conversation would be held between them. "If you choose to follow 'em to the shores I will take the remaining to guard the castle. Though I think they'll be better served here to as a defense with the archers. They will be too far from the battle to understand what is occurring here and plan properly. They stay here with the others, planning could be immediate. I have no doubt the front lines will hold...but should they fall, those who remain will be ready."
The young healer ran through the halls seeking out the one woman she needed to speak to. When those dark eyes rested upon the one she sought she skidded to a halt infront of the woman.
"hes not in his room, no one has seen him in the halls. I was bringing him some food." the girl panted as she looked at the woman she had practically come to worship for her skills and knowledge of the healing arts."
Those soft browns did rest on the girl a frown creasing her brow at her words. Laying a hand on the girls shoulder she looked at her before glancing down the hall towards the rooms.
"who is not in his room?" she had a an idea of who the girl spoke of but she wanted to be sure first.
The man you helped earlier the one who was wounded badly." the girl bit down on her lip then as it was part of her duty to keep an eye on the man.
She smiled softly at the girl and pressed past her towards the room she had left Thais in to rest. Once she saw the empty bed she turned towards the girl and even though the frown was still set across her brow she was not mad at the girl.
"Run to the castle and tell the guards the High Healer has a missive for the Queen. Once you are in her audience tell her that the Military Commander was injured badly and has left the infirmary unbeknownst to me. She will want to know."
She knew just how much Alex cared for Thais she was not blind to matters of the heart. She could only hope that the stitches she had placed to hold his side closed would handle the mans exertion and movements without tearing.
The cavalry commander had never even dismounted, siting tall and erect in that military saddle, his hands resting on the hilt of the long handled war hammer that he had strapped to his saddle. It was a brutal weapon, one he hadn't gotten to use yet. He'd sit there as his men and women straightened and stretched their muscles, taking their momentary relief and brake from sitting in those hard leather saddles. When Thais showed up, he grinned a bit, giving the man a slow nod and standing upright in his stirrups. He'd twist and glance towards where the majority of his men and women were. "Alright Men you heard him ... every one, ride an Archer on the back of your saddle to help cover ... drop them where their commanders demand them." He'd twist and glance towards where he had last seen Terra, quirking a brow skywards as he called out orders for her.
"Take half of the cavalry ... and report to the water front ... you're in command of those men, I want you to use your better judgement ... but remember that these men's lives depend on your tactics..." He'd call towards her, quietly wheeling that horse around and gesturing towards the castle. "Half of you follow me, half of you follow Captain Ronain !" He'd twist, gripping up those reigns in those large, powerful hands and turning his horse to ride hard towards the castle. He didn't like sending Terra and her men to the front, but he knew he'd be better able to serve from a command position.
"God go with you ..." He'd call over towards Terra and her men as he moved towards the archers, extending one of those large hands down to help one of them up to ride on the back of his own personal war horse, leading his men by example. He grinned as he twisted in the saddle, helping the archer into the back of that horse before starting of at a brisk pace.
Terra had taken a short break, keeping silently to herself but remained alert of everything that was going on around her. People already cheered and celebrated while most others knew it could not be the end. Apparently it was just a sense that everyone seemed to have at that moment. Dismounted, she checked Altair to make sure he was alright, stroking his nose and whispering gently to him to assure he was calm. It was during the high commander's words did she pull herself back up into the saddle. Gaze soon shifting to Ancaladar as he addressed her, making that knotted feeling in her gut worse than before. Was she afraid? Some could call it that...She would not deny she was not at least a little afraid. Those who did not feel any fear, even in the very smallest amount, were either lying to themselves or were deprived of any form of emotion. Or perhaps they were just that good. Her bit of fear drove her, sent her adrenaline pumping, actually kept her focused and determined. It all depended on how one transfered their emotions.
To feel fear and to be brave was to be human.
But that determination outgrew that fear, and she nodded firmly in response to him, "And with you, sir," she replied before he rode off. Then, she turned towards the riders that remained to be under her command. Her heart raced, but she kept a steady composure easily. "You heard the commander. Into formation and make way to the shore! We work with the archers and attack in turn!" she called out the beginning of the orders before turning Altair around to head off to the beach as the archers already there fought to keep the enemy back...but they could only do so much.
"First line, attack on my command!" Terra waited off at the side as the men got into formation, watching carefully as the archers began to back up while the Saelis soldiers kept pushing to the shore. Then they hit the sand. One, simple word was called out to send the first set of the cavalry unit towards the water's edge, "Attack!" Horses' hooves pounded against the sandy earth as the Avalendor riders spurred forward, charging towards the enemy that made their first step upon the beach. Lances, spears, and swords struck down at the men to assure none continued to move...but as the cavalry turned around to head back to the unit, there were a few the archers would have to pick off that had survived or were still able to wield a weapon. As the arrows flew, the next riders in line prepared for Terra's order to charge.
It was an easy plan of attack to follow and could work for a good amount of time...as long as the enemy that made it to shore weren't in an overwhelming number. Yet, of course, that would only last for so long...and they'd have to pull back and drag the infantry in to help keep Saelis from spreading too far.
As he spurred ahead, he'd look to either side of him seeing the cavalry amass in formation. Fearless bunch. Every bit as tired, moody, hungry as he. Hunger for victory and blood passing through their eyes. Perhaps this band of wild dogs was a little more amusing to stick around with.
As the enemy forces closed in, Brahm would twirl his blade in a finer grip and swing down upon upon them.
An explosion of steel upon flesh, steel upon steel would echo. The earth shook in fear at the savagery displayed on both forces. Naturally, as had been the case with his last horse, Brahm somehow found a way to get dislodged. A spearman raising the tip into his shoulder, pushing him back.
Groggily, he swayed on the ground as the masses faught with one another. The spearman closing in and raising the weapon for the finishing blow before the young man Brahm had spoken to earlier passed, taking the spearman's back with the tip of his own. Holding his shoulder, Brahm would look up and chuckle before taking up his sword, running it through the first Saelis he found. Perhaps later he'll get more familiar with these breed of horses, for now it seemed destiny wished him off of them. That'll all change if he manages to survive this bit of course.
The day passed with an aching slowness. The sun had been high in the sky and heat had been a punishment to all those with iron and steel in their hands. The grind of the day lodged itself between the scapulae and hung there on Zane's back. They had lost a small number of ships but not before they took down their own little dent in the enemy's numbers. As the night approached the fighting slowed. There would be little light for attack and moving through the water could prove dangerous. This is where a home court advantage was utilized and much like before, Zane had 2 dozen men or so prepped to dive into the ice cold waters for a sneak attack. In the late hours of night, when the enemy felt some confidence to slumber, Zane's men crept up unsuspected onto several ships. Throats were cut when they were met with an opposition. Zane's own knife had silenced vocal cords. The goal was to reach the lower decks and to start a fire. This plan of attacks worked out very well for them and was considered a success for they had taken down more numbers then they had lost. Zane was pleased but he knew this little trick wouldn't work next time.
Fighting by day with little pause during the nights, the navy rather successfully held off a bulk of Avalendor's attackers. Obviously dozens upon dozens of ships had made their way to the shore and the land crews had a much more heftier task then did the Navy. But they were doing the best they could with their small numbers and surviving past day one and two had been enough of a success to Zane. He was proud in their skills but also antsy to get back to the land and find out their news. It seemed when he was on land he wanted to be back on a boat and vice versa, never satisfied with either life.
It was some time during day five when Zane board yet another boat. His booted feet met with the wooden planks as he dropped onto their deck. Just like what one sees in swashbuckling films, Zane drew his sword and sliced through victim after victim. His blade moved through flesh with little opposition. He rotated in a blur with little regard to the person whom he pierced and killed. Teeth gridded as he pushed and shoved his way into taking over yet another boat.
This is how it would play out, Avalendor Navy struggling to scrape by. But what would happen when the second wave would hit? Zane was worried about what was to come and he worried about what was happening out there on the shores?
There was nothing but silence from the infantry. Naevah felt that while waiting could be tedious and boring, it was crucial to remain silent and to listen to all that went on. But at the sight of Lord Aramis heading towards the castle with Thais, she found herself narrowing her eyes with curiosity at the situation. A "peace" talk, she was certain of it.
So when the war was claimed over, Naevah had a feeling that it wasn't. Her men cheared and clapped, celebrating that they had become victorious so easily. She quickly turned around and yelled out loudly. "Be quiet!" Her men gave her strange looks then, wondering why they were being scolded so soon in their celebrating. Naevah shouted out again. "This war is not over...Keep your guards up, you will see." A hush soon fell over the infantry as they stood there for what seemed like a very long time. Naevah stood tall, holding her shield at her side, the bottom of it resting on the ground. Her other hand remained on the hilt of her sword. She watched in the distance, the ships with their white flags waving in the light of dawn. An inaudible sigh escaped her lips. For as long as she had lived in Saelis, she knew they never gave up that easy. Even if it were true that Aramis was dead, there would be someone else calling the orders.
She saw those flags change from white to black again. And that flamed boulder was shot towards the isle, setting the shore grass on fire. Naevah shoulted out loud. "Prepare for a second battle, infantry!" She honestly had no idea what orders to give her division right now. The last order she had received from Thais was to fall back to the castle. For what though? To be honest, Naevah was growing quite annoyed right now by the lack of communication that was NOT going on too much. And the last time she had taken matters into her own hands, that damned cavalry commander gave her hell for it. She turned around and glanced back at her men as a wave of sound shifted through the lines, of metal armor and swords and shields coming into preparation. She began to pace in front of the lines, inspecting her division, stopping only when she saw someone in need of assistance with their armor. She spotted a man struggling with a spear. She stopped in front of him and just stared at him, waiting to see if he'd settle the problem on his own, first. But when she decided it was taking him too long, she grabbed the spear from his hand and threw it aside. "Get a new one. That one is busted. Have I taught you nothing, private?" She narrowed her eyes at him before he shook his head and darted off to the back of the lines where the extra weaponry was. Naevah began to pace again, her eyes glancing off towards the distance to see the progress of the enemy and to come up with an estimated time they had remaining. Avalendor's ships had gone out by then, already attempting to take down as many ships as possible. Several ships had sunk and she felt her stomach twist, a concern growing for Avalendor's new navy commander. She hated.... hated birds! He couldn't die, because she hated birds. A slow grin formed on her lips as she thought of their last conversation, but she quickly shook it off. She wouldn't let that distract her now. This was war and there were no times for such thoughts. She had to think of a plan, and very fast. And so she continued to pace, as her mind wandered to various different ideas she could come up with. The cavalry had already gone out to attack those enemies that were beginning to spill in towards shore, and the archers and navy had already begun to fight. So were they to wait until they were called? Or strike at their own time whenever she thought it was fit to do so?
-::- Thais awaited someone to step up till finally someone came forth.. -::- " Ride like the wind to the forests find and alert the Cammander of the Rangers.. Take down as many as possible leave no one alive.. Show no mercy. I trust her judgement.. Pass it along to attack from the treetops never from the ground and avoid coming in contact with the ground the key is to stay out of site.. Make it as though the forest is coming alive scare off as many as possible from coming that way.. Go now! " -::- He would nudge the man off towards his horse.. His side was starting to bleed again he could feel it running down from the stitches and soaking into his tunic and under armor.. He shifted his arm to hold the wound..Staying atop the horse he would dirrect it towards where he'd saw the infantry member run off to alert Naevah and moved off in that dirrection.. There was more to what'd he said to the private.. -::- " Naevah?!?!? " -::- He'd call above the crowd as he moved urging the horse on...He could see her then tending to a private having trouble with his armor.. -::- " Naevah, their numbers are still greater than our own we must rely on stradegy and tricks.. " -::- He paused for a moment.. -::- " We have to move fast before they reach the shores, any stray boards dead grass anything.. We need to dig out some places and creat traps around the castle to keep them from getting to it.. find some way to lead them into a trap, and false assurance of victory..then hit em when they least expect it to wipe out as many as possible.. " -::- He winced and bent forward.. Somewhat flushed he could feel a fever coming on and growled in fustration.. -::-
Naevah quickly turned around when she heard her name called out. She felt only a small bit of relief at the sight of the military commander. She moved her hands back to tie her head full of braids with a ribbon, keeping it all out of her face. It was no surprise to her what Thais was telling her. That they were outnumbered... She expected as much. But she listened attentively as he spoke. Her brows furrowed a bit as she thought carefully about his idea. Finally, she nodded in agreement. "I will see what we can do." Her eyes slowly roamed to his side where she saw the blood and she could tell he wasn't at his best. Her eyes filled with slight concern and she stepped forward, placing a hand upon his shoulder. She spoke quietly. "It is not my place to be saying so, but you do not look so well. Perhaps you should get to the castle or infirmary. My men and I are capable of handling this ourselves, don't you worry, yeah?" She gently squeezed his shoulder and nodded, hoping he'd take her advice. But she didn't wait for him to argue with her on it, instead, she turned away from him and began shouting out orders. "Alright. Listen up everyone. We need to create traps surrounding the castle. I don't care how you do it, or what you do... Use your heads...Whatever works. Let's get to work now! Fast pace, let's go!" Naevah rolled up her sleeves and began moving around, collecting up loose grass and twigs, and throwing them into a pile. Her men had already started to get to work, digging holes and making up random and different kinds of traps around the castle. Naevah assisted whomever she could, making sure that each trap looked as if it would be a successful one.
-::- He only shook his head... -::- " It's my duty Naevah... and there was no time to apoint someone to take my place... I must continue till I can either find someone or this bloody war is over... I don't give up that easily.. " -::- But then again she probably already knew that.. If none knew his commanders did, exactly how stubborn he could be. He climbed down from the horse and moved towards the castle obsreving the traps being put into place. He paused along the side... -::- " No that's too close...all they have to do is throw a sword to trip that one after they find the other.. Further apart make them think there is only a few.. so when the jump across the first containing the dead they find another more brutal that caves the ground to trap more than just one... Common dig men. Your lives, and the lives of our people depend upon this. " -::- He even moved to grab a shovel and paused when a pain shot through him like a spear.. He hesitated then picked it up, jumping down into the hole to assist digging a tunnel with the others.. When it got too far he retreated back and would help cover up the hole and set the trap... Pausing a moment..No that'd be too easy to trip it had to be weight of a person walking on it.. Once he was saticfied it looked as though they'd done nothing there... He turned then and paused... -::- " Has anyone seen the archers or their commander? " -::- Come to think of it last he heard of any of them was in the meeting.. Brows furrowed a moment... and it hit him... He turned and moved back somewhat limping, favoring his side trying to avoid moving his side as much as possible.. -::-
Ancaladar had taken Thais orders and had returned to the castle with exactly half of the cavalry, each man riding double with an archer. He'd reign that horse in as he returned, letting his own archer slip from the back before he did the same, twisting and lowering his armor clad frame to the ground with the crunch of heavy boots. His half cape billowing slightly as he moved towards where he saw Thais moving. He'd raise a hand as he approached, tossing the reigns of his horse off to another of his men. "Commander ... I did like you ordered, half the archers are on the beaches with my second in command, the rest of them are here with me ... we split in half just as you ordered ... now what do you want us to do here ?" He'd be ready to order his men to do whatever they told him to. He stopped a few feet off, resting one of those large hands down on the hilt of that well crafted longsword. His helmet held underneath his other arm securely. [x]
Naevah let out a small laugh at Thais' stubborness. It was his own life, but she knew the longer he waited around to get treated, the less use to the army he would be, and that wasn't a good thing. If Thais continued on as he was, he'd fall ill suddenly, or even die, and Avalendor would be left without a commander. She just shook her head and glared at him before she moved on and continued to help her division with the traps. But as Thais questioned about the archers, Naevah stopped and brushed the dirt from her hands before she spoke. "I haven't seen Amber around...I don't think she is around...But I've sent a good friend of mine over to the other archers... Her name is Aithne and she's got a damn good shot..." She shrugged her shoulders. "Not sure if any of the archers know what they are doing, but I trust Aithne would get them into order..." She smirked slightly, thinking of the Irish woman, and what she was capable of doing. She watched the cavalry units come into view and her eyes fell upon Ancaladar. So now only half of the cavalry was off fighting off the enemy? Well that was interesting. She stepped off, turning away and going back to helping out with the traps, giving directions and orders to better each trap, and offering her assistance to get the traps set up.
-::- It would take more than a deep gash to get him sick or even kill him.. It'd been tended to and even if she did argue with him that's all she'd get.. The wound had been tended to and stitched as well as medicated.. With what he didn't know simply because he was distracted the whole time just about and half out of it.. In his mind he was more useful doing his job then laying around on a mat hoping he wouldn't die and Avalendor would win... No he needed to be out here fighting along with them or helping behind the side lines anyway he could... He was silent for a time in thought till he heard the horses approaching then followed by Ancaladar' voice... -::- " Take the archers towards shore hide them best as possible make Saelis think this way is the only safe way and quickest to the castle... Stand back to guard over the archers in case they need a quick escape... Do you know how many if any have reached the shore? " -::- He turned towards Ancaladar then, shifting all his weight to the one side he pulled his hand away from the bloodied area of his tunic and cloak... -::- " There is a way we can beat them... this war is still in our hands. " -::- He paused for a moment.. -::- " Send word to the guards inside, to start moving people bellow into the lower levels of the castle where it is safest into the secret rooms.. that way if they do get past the citizens are still safe. " -::-
He stopped dead when his orders were given, and a brow quirked skywards as if confused. He had just been ordered by this same man to bring half the archers here, with half of his cavalry .... now he was being told to turn around and pretty much go back to what he had just been doing. He'd glance towards Naevah, making note of the wound to Thais' side ... was the man perhaps delusional ? It was a chance. He'd quirk a brow at the woman who commanded the infantry, before glancing back towards Thais. "But sir, you just ordered me to bring half of the archers and cavalry here ... would it have not been easier to order us where we were to go and do such ?" Was he starting to lose faith in Thais' military skills, well that was a possibility, the man had just wasted precious time after all. [x]
The traps appeared to almost be completed. She was proud of her men and how quickly they responded and got things done. She yelled out loudly. "Nice work, ladies! Let's quickly finish this up now!" She grinned, and the men started to laugh at her joke of calling them ladies...An inside joke they all had once they finally got around to having a female commander. She turned away and walked back over to where Ancaladar and Thais were. She caught the end of what Ancaladar had said and her brows furrowed in confusion. Hands rested on her hips and she waited patiently to tell Thais that the traps were set and ready. Head tilted as her eyes fell on Ancaladar again, then back to Thais, wondering the same thing Ancaladar was. Was Thais losing his mind? Was the wound affecting him more than any of them, even Thais, thought it would be?
-::- Thais would merely roll his eyes before they'd narrow upon Ancaladar.. -::- " Unless I hear anyone else making suggestion I'd advise you just follow orders.. All this is coming off the top of my head and I haven't exactly been able to rely on full orders getting from me to any of you. " -::- He growled.. -::- " The rest of your division and the archers you have now with you need to get to the other side of the shores in that dirrection. " -::- He even pointed, point blank the opposite side they'd come from.. -::- " I have been working along here with the infantry creating traps for them. We need to either lure or chase them in this dirrection with false hope of victory and or safety. Unlessyou have any better ideas that you have neglected to send word of or say yourself. We have to get moving now time is of the essance unless you doubt my ability to think straight. " -::- Which for some strange reason he didn't doubt. He sighed and shook his head.. -::- " I suggest you get moving if there is nothing else to be said. This is not about rank this is war. I could care less what postion who is in. You follow your heart or trust in what you believe is right. But we have a kingdom and people to defend here. What I say makes little to no differance without my commanders. And without any suggestions and ideas from any of you it is a one man show I can not take on in my condition. We need to work together here. Make a suggestion or trust in me. " -::-
Naevah just shrugged her shoulders. She was doing her part and busy working with her men to make the traps. As the two commanders argued over what needed to be done, Naevah slipped away and continued assisting the rest of the infantry with finishing up the traps. Once they were done, she quietly moved along, checking and inspecting each hole and every trap, making any adjustments of fixes on any that seemed to be suspitious or not hidden enough. After the last one was checked, she smiled and nodded, brushing her hands together. "Excellent. Alright men..." She lifted her head up to inspect the lines of men. They had lined back up behind all of the traps. Most likely tired from their exerting themselves to dig all the holes. And in that moment when she saw their tired faces she cursed silently under her breath. How would they fight tired and sore? It would have to do. She called out. "Men... I am most amazed at all of your hard work here. You've finally proven yourselves to me and I have no doubts that we can pull through this. You're not too tired to kick some Saelis arse now, are ye?"
The men roared out loudly, showing the strength and energy they had left in them, and Naevah grinned. "Alright men, you know the plan!"
The commotion of the men slowly died down and each and every man stood side by side, hands holding swords, spears, axes and whatever other chosen weapon they had. Shields were held at their sides and eyes remained attentively ahead. Naevah stood with her men on one of the ends. It would be a while before the enemy would show its faces. The army that had gotten past whatever divisions tried to hold them back. But now they came towards the castle and saw the large infantry waiting for them to fight. They marched forward, though Naevah and her infantry did not budge. The enemy lines thought nothing of it, other than that they were hesitating to fight, and would hope that by them standing still, they would stop before attacking. But that was not the case. Saelis continued towards them, in hope they'd easily take Avalendor's infantry down and attack the castle.
But finally, the traps would prove to be perfect, and the front lines of the enemies would begin to step onto the traps and fall straight down into the steep holes.
Naevah watched, her stoic expression in check, though she kept her fingers curled tightly around the hilt of her sword. The traps were wide and it would take a running start to be able to jump over them. But the men were too close now and continued to fall in. Though the back lines were catching wind of what was happening and stopped in their place.
The air filled with screaming, yelling men trying to escape from the traps. In a way, Avalendor's infantry was trapped too, on the other side of the traps. That was how it appeared. The enemies stared at them in question, a little confused. They wondered what to do next. Their commander gave orders to move forward, but they were thinking of a way to get to the other side without becoming trapped.
Avalendor was silent for moments, faking out the enemy as if they had no idea what to do next. And then Naevah shouted out loudly. "NOW!"
The first line moved aside and let those in the second and third lines come forward with large wooden platforms that were thrown down over the holes, putting the enemies in the dark now. They'd hear the footsteps of Avalendor's infantry quickly move over them and then came the sounds of metal clashings.
Naevah and her men fought hard and quickly, striking down enemies, several lines stayed behind, removing the platforms so that they could not cross over and attack and raid the castle. Men were pushed and shoved into the holes. Those that stayed behind made sure no one came back out.
They fought until the loud sounds of battle hushed down and all that was left was the dead, the injurred, and Avalendor's infantry. They had succeeded in their second battle, and Avalendor was quiet again.
She was covered with blood and dirt now, and she stood, hands on her thighs, hunched over, catching her breath. It was a good fight, but she knew, still, that it was far from over.
When the orders to move to the safety of the castle came she bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. To many injured were in the infirmary to move with out causing more damage. So she ordered the novices to see to the ones that could be moved to the caslte be moved and for them to stay there as well. She chose several of her best novices to stay behind to help tend to those that could not be moved and told them to arm themselves should the enemy find thier way to the infirmary for she knew that even in battle the wounded would need tending to, to keep thier numbers strong.
Making her way to her room she stood in the doorway as her eyes danced over its contents. Falling upon the rose she had laid on the shelf near her journal she closed her eyes and whispered a soft prayer to the gods to watch over Orin before she stepped towards her trunk and dug inside it looking for her knife. Sliding it into the belt that was wrapped about her waist she once again bit down on her lip as she knew this battle was going to bring much bloodshed and she prayed that no deaths would come of it.
Making her way back to the common area she stood there, she was staying in the infirmary and was not going to leave it no matter what. Those who were injured relied on her to see to thier wounds and she wasnt going to run from her duties..only death would take her from that.