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Rohirrim
post Sep 21 2013, 08:28 AM
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Khan nodded, wordless. He led the party through a thorny thicket of low trees, stopping one hundred yards from a crude wooden fort surrounded by gnarled, archaic pines on a low hill in the sandy soil. He gestured to the Bosmer, indicating the trees and that they should climb them, so as to gain a count of the monsters. They returned after fifteen or so minutes. They reported a threcount, as well as five savage-looking wild boar; "Wiv tusks big as yer ahm." The Wood Elves said they might also have seen a man tied up by the fire, but they could not be sure. They drew in the dirt a rough layout of the camp, showing sleeping mats in the back, the fire at the center, and the boar pens near the boulder that served as the gate to the camp.

Khan surveyed this all with a practiced eye, squatting over the crude drawing. "I reckon those hogs are for defense, we should have the spearmen form up and march first...then the swordsmen, and I suppose the archers. I think that ought to work. Then you and I will lead into the camp, and make it our mission to take care of these most distasteful of creatures. Sound good?"


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Uleni Athram
post Sep 25 2013, 05:43 PM
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Hjalbir mulled the plan over, fist under chin, star-metal eyes glittering in thought. His days in the Stormcloak Rebellion had him face all sorts of military opposition from the Imperial Legions ranging from the tough and stable Legionary to their brawny cavalry. The latter was quite a nightmare for the Rebels. The horses of the North were much more muscled and powerful compared to the other provinces' ponies, and their strides were too fast for a rain of arrows to be effective. They had to rely on the biggest and strongest Nords to hold the pikewall, resist them, then keep them in place long enough for the infantry at the back to rush and subdue the riders.

Exactly what Khan suggested. He knows his tactics well, Hjalbir mused.

But there was a difference between cavalry and boars.

One crucial element was the fact that the wild boars were exactly that; wild, mindless beasts without a care for strategy. They can't spread out when aimed at with bows, like cavalry are wont to do, and this, Hjalbir thought, would be an effective tool to use against the beasts.

Hell, even his meatbaits would come in handy fpr the plan he would suggest.

"We could change the formation for spearmen at front, archers behind them and the swordsmen at the rear flank. That way, the archers could pelt those beasts while they're charging, and if the boars get too close, they could always switch positions with the swordsmen."

He grabbed some of his meatbait; those round balls of unneeded skin and unneeded meats, and held it for all to see.

"These could be used as distractions or bait."

He looked at Khan, awaiting his next move.


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I might blow my brains out
Xanny numb the pain, yeah
Please, Xanny make it go away
I'm committed, not addicted, but it keep controlling me
All that pain, now I can't feel it, I swear that it's slowing me
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post Sep 30 2013, 12:22 AM
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Khan moved into position like a lion hunting for his prey, stalking the grass along with his canine pet. He remained in place until the game was close enough so that he could launch an attack.

That he did, and with ease. He charged first and his hound ran second, spooking the quarry into the direction of the other hunters that waited patiently. The deer bounded over the stream and into the forest.

All hopes of escape were utterly crushed when the archers loosed their arrows upon the unsuspecting prey. Nets were thrown in too, trapping them into a helpless state like a spider’s web.

Lycus remained hidden behind a log that shielded him from the sight of his food. He lay there, breathing steadily and waiting until the right prey came in his direction. He could hear the pounding of its hooves, the frantic beating of its heart and the fear-induced squealing it made.

The Imperial brought himself and his spear up just as the deer ran by. He threw the weapon like a javelin and watched as it made its mark. Any normal man would’ve hit the deer, and the beast might have made a few feet away and ran into the forest, dropping a trail of blood.

This one though . . . this one was hit with such a forceful impact that it fell to the dirt and offered not so much as a final cry. It already died.

Lycus’ eyes brightened with satisfaction at the dead buck. One of the larger males, undoubtedly. The other was killed by Khan.

He wasted no time in waiting. He rushed to his prey and fell upon it, as the other men around him all claimed their kills. He pulled out his knife and began skinning the animal, taking out the heart and the other edible flesh from within its body. The rest were left for the wolves.

The rest of the hour was of the eager tribune leading the men deeper into the forest to where the ogres were said to have been. Lycus had to admit he knew well how to use the bosmer scouts to look out for any trouble that may pose a problem.

They returned with somewhat bitter news and as expected Khan went over a plan. His idea to send in the spearmen and then the sword-wielders and the archers was simple and effective. Lycus had to nod at this.

He was no military leader but he knew the plan was an efficient one. His time as a slave gave him enough insight on how to plan attacks. True, most of his later days were of leading marauding men into heavily-guarded manors and Dunmer estates to pillage and murder.

Typically coming in and subtle worked well. Slit the throats of the men, dispatch the rest with arrows and invade the premises.

Now, the animals were something different. They can smell danger. But these boars were dumb brutes and easy to kill, providing they weren’t allowed to get too close.

Hjalbir added his own thoughts and decided to switch the positions of archers and swordsmen, another well-thought plan. Lycus kept silent throughout the conversation.


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I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass belowā€”above the vaulted sky.ā€¯
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Rohirrim
post Sep 30 2013, 08:21 PM
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"Right then." Hjalbir's plan showed presence of mind, as well as experience. He wondered whether he had occupied a command position in any of his mercenary groups or the Stormcloaks.

"Let's get the men ready. Spears, form up! Hold that line until you stop breathing, you hear? Archers, you get behind them." The bows were homemade ans small. The closer they were to the boar, the more force could be put into puncturing that thick hide. "Swords, behind the archers. Be ready to swap places if necessary." Khan took the two meat-baits from Hjalbir, and threw them at the ground roughly twenty yards ahead of the spearmen.

The party heard hoarse squealing from the camp not five minutes later. One of the ogres, sensing his animals were hungry, shoved the bolder aside and set the animals out. They came, all five of the massive hogs, running fast. Not too fast, however. It was the heavy-footed trot of a brute. Even bears were more agile. Khan wondered if this was due to inbreeding, or simply all-about stupidity. The spearmen moved about nervously. Khan took his place in the back.

He gripped the hilt of his claymore. It was a fine weapon, Skyforge make. Eorlund had alloyed steel and silver, so it glowed with a pure white flash. The hilt was red oak, and the scabbard Colovian leather with silver fittings. Unlike most two-handed users, he preferred the traditional straight crossguard to the angled. It gave him more protection, and honestly, he wasn't going to do any fancy fencing moves with it. As the first boar hit the lines, Khan gave a roar of approval at the spearmen's rebuttal. This was going to be fun.


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