Eternity RPC Board
11-23-2017, 12:09 AM
Orenhold, Kingdom of Phortain
19 Septum 301 BCE
"Fire."
With a thwack and a swoosh, broken by a sudden crack and quickly followed by several more, the Lanlanians unleashed a volley of flaming stone that tumbled through the air. They flew down a stretch of dying grass, towards the center of the sprawling palisade the Lanlanians had built around the Phortainese capital. Of the over two dozen stones lobbed by the Lanlanian trebuchet, a few went over Orenhold's walls and set aflame the wooden city. Others crashed into the low, stone-brick wall itself, smashing holes and splashing defenders with the burning tar brought from Florinthus.
Lyrn smiled as he heard the city begin to panic. The shrieks of the population were overwhelming the orders barked by the defenders on the walls and, at points, even the howls of the flames that were spreading across the city.
"Reload!" resounded down the Lanlanian lines.
Lyrn had given them a chance to surrender, of course. Maybe if they had, he'd have reconsidered setting their city ablaze. But they hadn't, instead stalling until reinforcements from the rest of the kingdom had arrived. Lyrn's Hosts had managed to defeat the stragglers without too much of a challenge. Only a few bands had engaged the Lanlanians, the others withdrawing when they noticed the siege fortifications the Lanlanians had built so quickly around the capital. Lyrn would chase them later and force them to their knees.
"Fire when ready," Lyrn commanded. While their first volley had failed to make a breach, the sun was still high overhead.
19 Septum 301 BCE
"Fire."
With a thwack and a swoosh, broken by a sudden crack and quickly followed by several more, the Lanlanians unleashed a volley of flaming stone that tumbled through the air. They flew down a stretch of dying grass, towards the center of the sprawling palisade the Lanlanians had built around the Phortainese capital. Of the over two dozen stones lobbed by the Lanlanian trebuchet, a few went over Orenhold's walls and set aflame the wooden city. Others crashed into the low, stone-brick wall itself, smashing holes and splashing defenders with the burning tar brought from Florinthus.
Lyrn smiled as he heard the city begin to panic. The shrieks of the population were overwhelming the orders barked by the defenders on the walls and, at points, even the howls of the flames that were spreading across the city.
"Reload!" resounded down the Lanlanian lines.
Lyrn had given them a chance to surrender, of course. Maybe if they had, he'd have reconsidered setting their city ablaze. But they hadn't, instead stalling until reinforcements from the rest of the kingdom had arrived. Lyrn's Hosts had managed to defeat the stragglers without too much of a challenge. Only a few bands had engaged the Lanlanians, the others withdrawing when they noticed the siege fortifications the Lanlanians had built so quickly around the capital. Lyrn would chase them later and force them to their knees.
"Fire when ready," Lyrn commanded. While their first volley had failed to make a breach, the sun was still high overhead.
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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