mido1023
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This is the AAR of the longest siege I had played ( over three lifetime hours), wich I'm trying to turn into an epic story. Each chapter will present the battle seen trought the eyes of one of the major actors during the siege. So, enjoy!
Chapter 1 : A mighty warrior.
" Don't let them get even a single step further!"
Emir Azadun was desperatly trying to reorganize what was left of the first infantry unit, wich had already taken much damage and was at the verge of colapsing. The proud Emir and his most trusted compagnons, Wassim and Farès, charged again, breaking, crushing, cutting and killing. Somehow, they managed to put fear in the khergits soldiers who broke down and ran away... Emir Azadun ordered his two faithfull Guards to hold the position, then turned arround, just to find out that Narra had turned into a living hell...
The residential area and the market-place were burning while the sarranid garrison was desperatly trying to slow down the khergit invaders. And while he and what was left of his mighty infantry unit were trying to stop the attackers from taking the east walls, Emir Dhiyul's army was having a hard time fighting the Khan's personal army at the south front, whereas Emir Reamald and his Nord company were putting on quiet the good fight at the north gate, even tought they were begining to show signs of tiredness. He was actually too far away from the west district to know what was happening there, but since most of it was burning, he assumed that the situation was just as bad there.
"And here I have only two men left to try and hold back Ulusamai Noyan men..."
Azadun turned around, took his gigantic Two handed sabre and went back to his position, the khergits were coming again. Twenty Elite horse archers lead by Ulusamai Noyan himself...
"Chaaaaarge!"
Emir Azadun's scream of rage covered the whole noise, the mighty men lead his exhausted unit for a final, suicide attack. He slashed right trought his first enemy's torso, cutting him in half. He didn't even take the time to make sure about his other men following him and charged right throught the enemy lines, two other enemys fell before him with just as much ease, and then he had to face the only one worthy of fighting him...
"Ulusamai Noyan."
"Emir Azadun."
Without a single word; the two lords clashed swords. And if anyone would have found it quiet disrespectful to attack a former friend in such a crude manner, just a single sight of theire satisfied faces would make him find out that the rude sounds of the deadly metal clashing was in fact the only way for the two, once brothers in arms, to express their deep respect and affection to each other. Every clash, every hit and every drop of blood they had lost made them remember the good old times, times of peace beetwen the Sarranid Sultanate and the Khergit Khanat, in wich Noyans and Emirs shared laughs and tears. Because yes there was such a time... before Sanjar's ascension to the Khergit throne.
Ever since then, good old friends became archenemys, fighting to satisfy the greed of a crazy men who seemed to have vowed Calradia's downfall. Still, none of them could question His leader's orders, and the fierce fight carried on...
Chapter 1 : A mighty warrior.
" Don't let them get even a single step further!"
Emir Azadun was desperatly trying to reorganize what was left of the first infantry unit, wich had already taken much damage and was at the verge of colapsing. The proud Emir and his most trusted compagnons, Wassim and Farès, charged again, breaking, crushing, cutting and killing. Somehow, they managed to put fear in the khergits soldiers who broke down and ran away... Emir Azadun ordered his two faithfull Guards to hold the position, then turned arround, just to find out that Narra had turned into a living hell...
The residential area and the market-place were burning while the sarranid garrison was desperatly trying to slow down the khergit invaders. And while he and what was left of his mighty infantry unit were trying to stop the attackers from taking the east walls, Emir Dhiyul's army was having a hard time fighting the Khan's personal army at the south front, whereas Emir Reamald and his Nord company were putting on quiet the good fight at the north gate, even tought they were begining to show signs of tiredness. He was actually too far away from the west district to know what was happening there, but since most of it was burning, he assumed that the situation was just as bad there.
"And here I have only two men left to try and hold back Ulusamai Noyan men..."
Azadun turned around, took his gigantic Two handed sabre and went back to his position, the khergits were coming again. Twenty Elite horse archers lead by Ulusamai Noyan himself...
"Chaaaaarge!"
Emir Azadun's scream of rage covered the whole noise, the mighty men lead his exhausted unit for a final, suicide attack. He slashed right trought his first enemy's torso, cutting him in half. He didn't even take the time to make sure about his other men following him and charged right throught the enemy lines, two other enemys fell before him with just as much ease, and then he had to face the only one worthy of fighting him...
"Ulusamai Noyan."
"Emir Azadun."
Without a single word; the two lords clashed swords. And if anyone would have found it quiet disrespectful to attack a former friend in such a crude manner, just a single sight of theire satisfied faces would make him find out that the rude sounds of the deadly metal clashing was in fact the only way for the two, once brothers in arms, to express their deep respect and affection to each other. Every clash, every hit and every drop of blood they had lost made them remember the good old times, times of peace beetwen the Sarranid Sultanate and the Khergit Khanat, in wich Noyans and Emirs shared laughs and tears. Because yes there was such a time... before Sanjar's ascension to the Khergit throne.
Ever since then, good old friends became archenemys, fighting to satisfy the greed of a crazy men who seemed to have vowed Calradia's downfall. Still, none of them could question His leader's orders, and the fierce fight carried on...