Eternity RPC Board
11-13-2017, 08:21 PM
"Lanlanian dogs," muttered Sinead Murchalha, King of the Phortainese. He was a young man, just entering adulthood. He still seemed a child, however, in the tunic and bearskin coat he wore for clothes. A leather band wrapped around his head, over his forehead, signaled his status as King, though served as little protection. At least he'd a sword, though it was questionable if he knew how to wield it.
The men around him were far more intimidating, clad it mail and leather and carrying sword, axe, or spear. They were his private guard, the elites of the his Kingdom. Confident in their might and their previous victory over the Lanlanians, they were certain they'd again defeat the Lanlanian invaders. They had the homefield advantage after all, and even the advantage of the crest of a hill. With mountains to the north and an ocean to the south, the Lanlanians had little choice but to fight them here, at the site of their choosing.
Their army may be smaller, but their spirit was far greater. And their ancestors were at their side. "The Lanlanians dogs 'ave come here to again water our fields!" Sinead shouted. Surprisingly, his voice carried. The winds too were on their side. "Their infidel blood will nourish the earth, pleasing our gods and bring them to bless us with a great harvest for years to come! With the gods on our side, we 'ave nothing to fear. The godless bastards will die here, impaled on our blades, forever to rot in the underside, while we go home to enjoy fine ale and finer women! Aye! Whoever brings me the head of their commander will 'ave their choice of woman from mine harem!"
The Phortainese army erupted into an uproar, cheering their king's name and death to the Lanlanians. It was at that moment that the Lanlanians sounded their advance with a deep blown of their horn. It was faint at first, though as the Lanlanian Hosts marched closer, their footsteps echoed through the valley: a steady, beating, unforgiving pounding. Their golden lions, glaring down from the three Hosts' standards, gleamed in the afternoon sun.
"Archers, ready!" Sinead called, drawing his sword and thrusting it forward.
The men around him were far more intimidating, clad it mail and leather and carrying sword, axe, or spear. They were his private guard, the elites of the his Kingdom. Confident in their might and their previous victory over the Lanlanians, they were certain they'd again defeat the Lanlanian invaders. They had the homefield advantage after all, and even the advantage of the crest of a hill. With mountains to the north and an ocean to the south, the Lanlanians had little choice but to fight them here, at the site of their choosing.
Their army may be smaller, but their spirit was far greater. And their ancestors were at their side. "The Lanlanians dogs 'ave come here to again water our fields!" Sinead shouted. Surprisingly, his voice carried. The winds too were on their side. "Their infidel blood will nourish the earth, pleasing our gods and bring them to bless us with a great harvest for years to come! With the gods on our side, we 'ave nothing to fear. The godless bastards will die here, impaled on our blades, forever to rot in the underside, while we go home to enjoy fine ale and finer women! Aye! Whoever brings me the head of their commander will 'ave their choice of woman from mine harem!"
The Phortainese army erupted into an uproar, cheering their king's name and death to the Lanlanians. It was at that moment that the Lanlanians sounded their advance with a deep blown of their horn. It was faint at first, though as the Lanlanian Hosts marched closer, their footsteps echoed through the valley: a steady, beating, unforgiving pounding. Their golden lions, glaring down from the three Hosts' standards, gleamed in the afternoon sun.
"Archers, ready!" Sinead called, drawing his sword and thrusting it forward.
Role Play States | ||
 | Holy Lanlanian Empire Holy Emperor: Feryn I Prime Minister: Klaus Lofgren | The Holy Lanlanian Empire is a multi-ethnic state based in western Brigidna with territories all across the globe. It is a relic of an older age, an absolute monarchy hidden under a functioning democracy. The empire has historically been the world's leading power, though has long been in decline and was recently overtaken by the Republic of Nyland. Nonetheless, the empire is not an opponent to take lightly. |
 | Ishnalli Empire Empress: Lanryu-il Chancellor: IDEK | The greatest country in the world. It's YUUUUGGGEEEE. |
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