DoF:
Name: Defenders of Faith
Leader: Chaplain Darin
Faction: Swadia/Vaegir
Darin scratched the top of his balding head, in disbelief at the outcome of the events of the realm. Captain Bubz kept trying to calm the commotion in the council room; for the Turtle Knights were very close to drawing upon the Watchman. The knights of the GK stood in the back and whispered amongst themselves.
After some time, Darin stood up and everyone slowly came to a halt.
“My friends please, have a seat” Darin’s words are law in the realms of Calradia and everyone sat down. “My good friends of the Watch, dearest Turtle Knights, and Golden Kingdom, we must come to terms in this room. The Rastaferi Horde must be dealt with, their betrayal of the realm cannot be ignored. Rumors are spreading that King Tito has marched upon Emperor Rob at River Village. But we must unite together if what GK says is true about the south. Sir Ebdanian, please come forth and tell us what you told me”
“Well friends I’m going to tell you what I told our beloved Chaplain. They are back…”
“Uh who is back exactly?” Count Guacc sat there with a blank face.
“The Legion of the Black Shields has returned, they lay siege upon the Golden Citadel as we speak. We need to settle our differences in the north so we may march south and stop Rhade Letalis, Commander and Lord General of the Shields of the Black”
“If what you say is true, how has the Golden Citadel not fallen yet? If what the legends say are true” Sir Nero sat there with a blank face.
“We have been barely holding them off. Right now they hold the southern district of the Citadel. We have been trying to rally the Wappaw tribes but the medium wind has not favored us. I have had my emissary’s report that Captain Marquis has had little luck consulting with Chieftain Pizza42. But we need all of the north to rally!”
“Perhaps we should also look to the west…” Darin kept scratching his balding head.
“The west left us a long time ago. What makes you think they’ll return for us…?” Guacc spat dirt upon the table.
“We have a scroll that is worn an ancient” Sjaeles handed Darin the scroll.
“We do as well Chaplain” Guacc handed Darin his scroll that is worn an ancient.
Darin opened the scrolls and examined them for some time. “False accusations upon each other I see. Your differences must be dealt with immediately if we are to rally the north! I don’t want your excuses! We will reconvene tomorrow and discuss our next move. For now we must pray that King Tito can prevail against The Rastaferi Horde.
River Village
Rastaferi Horde
Leader: Emperor Rob
Faction: Sarranid
The Turtle Knights held the inner sector of the village. King Tito is outmatched two to one but the strategical position of the Turtle Knights is an impossible feat to conquer. King Tito sent Sir Prime on a risky mission to find Princess Heat and rally his cavalry to River Village. The hope of the Turtle Knights rests with Tito’s command.
The Horde swarmed all four sides of the village. The durability of the Sarranid horses are weak and falter quickly, but the vast amount of them started to overwhelm tK.
“Fall back across the bridge!” King Tito commanded as the horde consumed the Windmill side of the river. Count Tyler made a daring charge with a few brave soldiers across the east bridge to flank the Rastaferi archers.
“Swordlord Manry I need you to pressure the middle bridge!” Manry rushed to the bridge with his swordlord brothers and started hacking soldiers down. Co-captain Thunderbeu flanked west and engaged a regiment of cavalry along the slopes.
The vast numbers of The Horde were too much for tK and started to get overwhelmed. When all hope was beginning to fade, upon the horizon stood Sir Prime and Princess Heat upon their steeds. The extra regiment was enough to boost the morale of tK. Soon enough, The Horde was scattered and Emperor Rob captured. Rob sat on his knees, where he belongs.
“Finish it! Do me like I did your pathetic Prince of Akaria!”
“No, death is a release not a punishment. Lock him in river cage”
“NO, KILL ME! THE LISTS SHOULD END KILL MEEEEE”
“My King I’m sorry for my absence, there were some rp things I had to…”
“No Princess Heat, because of you Danate is dead and Aporta is captured. Lock him up”
“King Tito, we need to move to the Red castle and rescue Aporta”
“Oh”
“Or possibly go south to see if the rumors are true in Golden Citadel”
“Oh” Prime shook his head and walked away.
Random Plains
Wappaw Tribes
Leader: Chieftain Pizza42
Faction: Rhodok/Swadia (Tribes)
It has been several days and Captain Marquis has finally convinced the Wappaw Tribes to rally forth to Golden Citadel.
Kel stared at Volpel in their tent hours before they march forth.
“Please be safe my love” Volpel folded some of Kel’s armour.
“Don’t worry about me love, no black shield legionnaire will take me from this world away from you”
Pizza42 walked in the tent, “Kel you are summoned”
There was one Wappaw that many have heard of. The Tribesman keep to themselves but one in particular is quite famous. All I have to say is, “Flag Mod?”
Mar was riding his horse along a river side in the random plain when a group of mercenaries ambushed him. Mar dashed far and long to a village to call for help. Unfortuntely, Mar ran his horse into a wall and flew off of his steed called dumbo. The leader of the mercenaries was called Mad Dawg. A ferocious, ruthless, nice guy. They captured Mar for fear of him telling his tribe; and covered his mouth because good lord.
When it was time for Wappaw to move out with Captain Marquis, Balion’s Mercenaries dashed out and ambushed their camp. Before they could engage, many of Pizza42’s men were cut down. An unfortunately had to surrender their arms.
“Well that was quite easy…” Mad Dawg slowly cut Nails down with his curved sword.
“Mad Dawg!? I thought you were…”
“Dead? No old friend, reborn is more like it. Rejuvenated, and hired by the right people once again”
“You won’t get away with this! Chaplain Darin will…”
“No old friend. Haven’t you heard, Rhade is back and Golden Citadel is almost fallen; a new empire shall rise! Bind them all, we will take them to the Naval Outpost”
A shrouded figure handed a large pouch of gold to Mad Dawg, “I hope that is enough for now. Once they are all into slavery we can aim to invade the North with more authority”
“It shall do for now”
“Very well let’s move”