A Mystery Unleashed - Playground Options

[Dantrag]

OOC: sorry i forgot to post this yesterday

Sel looked around the drab tavern in the great city Cyrodiil, noting the many broken chairs and tables, not to mention the rank smell of giant imperials who had not bathed in months. He motioned to the bartender.
"Flin, please." he said.
Sel sat down at the bar, the aged stool creaking as he did so.
The bartender handed him the drink. "Not many dark elves living in Cyrodiil. What's your story?"
"A long one." Sel answered, hinting to the barkeep that he didn't want to talk about it.
"Enjoy your drink." the bartender said before turning to talk to another customer.
Sel finished his drink and walked out of the tavern to get some fresh air. He sensed a movement above him and looked up into the night sky, but saw nothing. A moment later, he felt a blow to the back of his head and fell unconscious.

[Channler]

"CCCHHHAAARRRGGGEEE!!!" Roughly 100 Imperial Knights charged together towards the mass of... things. They were to hidious to be considered humans anymore, yet they weren't zombies.

The first wave charged and ran over the first colums of the "deranged" creatures, but they lost speed and eventually grinded to a halt amongst the bodies.

"Second Wave! Charge!" Knight Errant Darius screamed, he was the third in comand of the elustrious Dragon Riders Battalion. He was a short, stout man, and not to much to look at but he was a hell of a warrior.

Falx Albarnian was in the second wave, he'd rather be in the first but he just followed what he was told and did whatever it was well. His horse Akatosh was of strong Cyrodilic breed and was well suited to a Knights type of fighting.

Run it over, and if it didn't die, run over it again

50 meters and so till the enemy line and the rest of his comrades... 40 meters... 30 meters... The sounds of screams and wild horses filled his ears... 20 meters... he saw one of his fellow Knights in the first wave decapitated.... 10 meters Knight Errant Darius yelled,"HOOLD STEADY!! FOR THE EMPEROR!!"

9..8..7.. An arrow struck the Knight beside Falx and threw him off his horse.. 6..5..4.. in the range of pikes, at least 20 fell immediately. The rest seemed like an eternity, he saw the enemy, the enemy saw him, the enemy THOUGHT they would be able to kill him but Falx KNEW he would kill the enemy.. 1 meter

The remaining 76 Knights of the second wave crashed into the side of the enemy's. Bones crunched, blood spit up everywhere, and people died.

Most of the charge they possesed now was halted by the mass of bodies in the area. Falx struck out left in right with his Imperial Broadsword, the same one he had since his "Knighting". It was considered sacred to him, his instrument of death. In his left he held a Imperial Kite Sheild with the battalions emblem on it. A Knight to his front crumpled over. He had been struck in the stomach, blood lapped off the sadle of the horse.

"There to many" He thought to himself, "I must find Darius!"

Not but 15 meters from Falx the Commander of the Dragon Riders, Sir Varro held his own with his personal guard of the "Rough Riders". Even for such a noble, Varro was doing the dirty work, and was very good at it. Sometimes his ideals and Falx's clashed, but a majority of the time he agreed with him.

Sir Varro was struck in the chest with an arrow, the Rough Riders immediatly notice their leaders wound and formed a tight circle around him fighting their way out of the battle.

A volley of arrows came from atop of the far hill, "What in the name of oblivion are they doing!?" A soldier screamed, his voice hardly noticeable over the cries of the arrows and that of their targets. "They are firing on their own people!" He shouted one last time before he was engulf by the beasts around him.

Falx gave Akatosh a kick in the side and the horse, even clad in it's armor, started off into a full sprint crushing everything in it's path. He was almost to the outskirts of the battle when another volley of arrows plummeted around him two lodging themselves in his sheild and the other into his thigh.

He cursed to himself but continued and freed himself for the fight. Commander Darius was ralling soldiers a stonesthrow away from the battle.

"Soldiers! To me! RALLY!" And his lieutenants let the battalions banners run free. It was a inspiring sight to everyone, except those that were about to feel another charge from the Knights.

This time the charge didn't feel like forever, for the adrenaline was running free in Falx. About 43 Knights charged through, running over, hacking and slashing, and just plain beating the crap out of the enemy's who started to break into a hasty rout.

"Ride em down!" Someone shouted, and thats what continued the rest of the day. Many Knights spent what little energy they had in chasing off stragglers. Falx however saw no point in it and returned to camp.

Upon crossing over the crest of the hill he looked over the battlefield. At least 350 Knights died, 1/4rd of the battlions strength, and maybe twice that wounded. The enemy faired far worse, loosing an estimated total of 3000 assortment of creatures, that ranged from beasts, to corrupted humans, and the undead.

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Falx cleaned himself up, his leg still hurt from the arrow but he thanked Stendarr that it wasn't any worse, after all he was the god of mercy. Later that evening he went to the little pub set up at camp and sat alone, by the fire dreaming of a world were he didn't have to fight anymore. Stendarr might be merciful, but he wasn't that merciful.