07-23-2015, 08:53 PM
If anything could be said about North VIlliage, one could find it easy to defend. It was reletively safe from lava flooding and volcanic activity. There was only one road out of it and if one didn't know what to look for, one could easily miss it. On all sides the villiage was surrounded by mountains and rock formations, a natural fortress. Rooms have been carved into them, and the tops of each mountain transformed into watch towers that could see out for miles. As the villiage focused mainly on mining to bring in the revenue required to keep it up and running. The villiage lacked a proper military force. The depended on locally trained and armed militia to do the job.
Weaponry was not an issue here. The rich mining deposits around the village's natural walls provided all the materials needed to arm an entire army. A heavy ballista topped every watch tower, and crossbow men patrolled the mountains constantly. Approximately fifty men existed at these posts at any given time, armed and armored to the teeth. An attack could come at any time. Ever since Scar's appointment as Mayor, He has taken upon himself to train up the village population to act as a proper defending force. As a result he had managed to wrestle control and give himself power to negotiate a independence treaty with King Bowser. North Village was soverign now, able to trade as they pleased.
A guard peering out of a slit in the rocky walls spotted two objects approaching fast, one on the ground and one on the air. He grunted and made his way to the pulley that was used to close and secure the gate and began to shut it. Something wasn't right about the speed of their approach, but with only two assaulting even this village was suicide. Still, it was best to be safe than sorry later on. By the time the man one what could be seen now as a motorcycle got close to the gate, the gate was shut and locked from entry. The flying object, now seen as a dragon, flew over and landed in the village central training grounds, a large clearing that Mayor scar used to train the guardsmen.
It just stood there, its head swaying in the air, alternating the aim of the fire she charged in her maw at the hidden gaurdsman. Noone dared fire at the beast or the man that rode her, but they kept their crossbows ready and aimed. The man reached for a megaphone, bringing it to his lips to it.
"LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS.. WE ARE HERE TO SPEAK TO YOUR MAYOR.. WE ARE NOT HERE TO FIGHT"
Well.. that was half right. The two came prepared for battle and expected combat, but not from these measly gaurds. The guards reluctantly lowered their weapons and opened the gate for the swordsman, November to enter. He drove through the town, spraying ash and dirt over the townspeople as they peeked from their houses to join Blue in the center of town, but by the time he got there, the very man they had come the fetch had arrived.
"You two have ten of my seconds to explain yourselves before you three become my dinner."
Weaponry was not an issue here. The rich mining deposits around the village's natural walls provided all the materials needed to arm an entire army. A heavy ballista topped every watch tower, and crossbow men patrolled the mountains constantly. Approximately fifty men existed at these posts at any given time, armed and armored to the teeth. An attack could come at any time. Ever since Scar's appointment as Mayor, He has taken upon himself to train up the village population to act as a proper defending force. As a result he had managed to wrestle control and give himself power to negotiate a independence treaty with King Bowser. North Village was soverign now, able to trade as they pleased.
A guard peering out of a slit in the rocky walls spotted two objects approaching fast, one on the ground and one on the air. He grunted and made his way to the pulley that was used to close and secure the gate and began to shut it. Something wasn't right about the speed of their approach, but with only two assaulting even this village was suicide. Still, it was best to be safe than sorry later on. By the time the man one what could be seen now as a motorcycle got close to the gate, the gate was shut and locked from entry. The flying object, now seen as a dragon, flew over and landed in the village central training grounds, a large clearing that Mayor scar used to train the guardsmen.
It just stood there, its head swaying in the air, alternating the aim of the fire she charged in her maw at the hidden gaurdsman. Noone dared fire at the beast or the man that rode her, but they kept their crossbows ready and aimed. The man reached for a megaphone, bringing it to his lips to it.
"LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS.. WE ARE HERE TO SPEAK TO YOUR MAYOR.. WE ARE NOT HERE TO FIGHT"
Well.. that was half right. The two came prepared for battle and expected combat, but not from these measly gaurds. The guards reluctantly lowered their weapons and opened the gate for the swordsman, November to enter. He drove through the town, spraying ash and dirt over the townspeople as they peeked from their houses to join Blue in the center of town, but by the time he got there, the very man they had come the fetch had arrived.
"You two have ten of my seconds to explain yourselves before you three become my dinner."
"I've been here before, used to this kind of war. Crossfire grind through the sand. The orders were easy: 'It's kill or be killed'. Blood on both sides will be spilled."
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