01-22-2017, 11:04 AM
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Revan still stood on the wall beside the other archers in the unit he had forced himself into as it seemed.
Surprisingly the army of the undead had arrived with unexpected speed which he supposed was to be expected considering their supernatural abilities.
He looked out as the rain fell across his field of vision as grotesque forms marched closer to the city of Darkshire many assuredly carrying an equally horrific smell though some such as the wraiths were almost beautiful in the dark rain glowing many different colours.
For a moment he wondered how the city had truly lasted as long as it had but as he did so he drew his bow with the other Darkshire archers and prepared to fire upon the hordes that were now lining up to fight their front line.
The spartan General of the Darkshire army gave one short but inspiring speech before the undead began to rush toward them some running others floating to their intended prey. Revan waited for just a moment wondering if their arrows would even be suitable for damaging their targets.
"Fire!" shouted Revan to his unit making sure they remained focused for the battle that would determine the fate of the city
Arrows fired from all along the large aging stone wall that had along with its defenders wared countless battles before as they swept across the sky becoming one with the rain as they poured upon the lead undead forces.
The skeletons, zombies and other forces that still had remains of their former mortal bodies were cut down easily enough as arrows entered flesh and bone.
The Wraiths and Ghosts and other apparitions that lit up the battle field with their alluring light seemed to in some cases absorb the arrows and though some damage was done it was obvious to Revan that they were a fair bit stronger then the average undead troops.
As they fired again some of the wraiths finally seemingly dissipated into what he presumed was non existence but it was soon after that the undead army had begun to reach the infantry units placed out in the fieldit was there that the true clash began mortal and immortal was now occuring.
More arrows fired as Revan continued to fire in unison at the encroaching relentless swarm that seemed devoted to tearing every last non dead foe to pieces. He felt bad for all of the Darkshire inhabitants that they supposedly had to deal with these unnatural horrors. He knew that most here were fighting not for themselves but family and other loved ones that even now were hiding within the city hoping for the battle to end as quickly as possible.
With that saidmany other primes here were to an extent cherishing the fight which he also understood in truth this battle was a good way to continue to home his skills however he had no intention of allowing the people of this city to suffer if he could help it.
He let loose another arrow which from what he could tell soon found its mark in the head of one of the many shuffling zombies that were being used as light infantry to weakin their front line.
Both sides surprisingly seemed to be equal for the moment magic, sword and shield against claws, arms, bone and other forms of deadly energy mixing causing flashes of light throughout the darkended wet muddy battlefield.
The number of bodies quickly began to grow the mud clearly having an effect on the ability of both sides that used legs to fight the ghosts and wraiths had neither legs nor felt the wet rain that seemingly fell through them the damage they took from the defenders weapons the only reminder they existed in their world at all.
Revan kept his legs spaced as he focused his fire on some of the vicious bloodthirsty werewolves as well as the ghosts and wraiths who from far away had looked pretty but now that they were getting closer he could see the nightmarish distorted faces of pure evil that they wore as they coldly claimed more lives reaching out as if they themselves craved the life energy of many that bravely stood against them.
The skeleton units fell easily enough to the more capable living soldiers though soon more wraith arrived many glowing blue in half existence as they floated across the muddy ground with what seemed like chains around their lower halves.
Many wraiths wore hoods and the ones that did he was partially thankful for as every wriath held another face that seemed to be the image of death itself.
"Focus fire on the wraiths!" yelled Revan knowing that for the moment the wraiths posed the more larger threat to their frontlines
Surprisingly the army of the undead had arrived with unexpected speed which he supposed was to be expected considering their supernatural abilities.
He looked out as the rain fell across his field of vision as grotesque forms marched closer to the city of Darkshire many assuredly carrying an equally horrific smell though some such as the wraiths were almost beautiful in the dark rain glowing many different colours.
For a moment he wondered how the city had truly lasted as long as it had but as he did so he drew his bow with the other Darkshire archers and prepared to fire upon the hordes that were now lining up to fight their front line.
The spartan General of the Darkshire army gave one short but inspiring speech before the undead began to rush toward them some running others floating to their intended prey. Revan waited for just a moment wondering if their arrows would even be suitable for damaging their targets.
"Fire!" shouted Revan to his unit making sure they remained focused for the battle that would determine the fate of the city
Arrows fired from all along the large aging stone wall that had along with its defenders wared countless battles before as they swept across the sky becoming one with the rain as they poured upon the lead undead forces.
The skeletons, zombies and other forces that still had remains of their former mortal bodies were cut down easily enough as arrows entered flesh and bone.
The Wraiths and Ghosts and other apparitions that lit up the battle field with their alluring light seemed to in some cases absorb the arrows and though some damage was done it was obvious to Revan that they were a fair bit stronger then the average undead troops.
As they fired again some of the wraiths finally seemingly dissipated into what he presumed was non existence but it was soon after that the undead army had begun to reach the infantry units placed out in the fieldit was there that the true clash began mortal and immortal was now occuring.
More arrows fired as Revan continued to fire in unison at the encroaching relentless swarm that seemed devoted to tearing every last non dead foe to pieces. He felt bad for all of the Darkshire inhabitants that they supposedly had to deal with these unnatural horrors. He knew that most here were fighting not for themselves but family and other loved ones that even now were hiding within the city hoping for the battle to end as quickly as possible.
With that saidmany other primes here were to an extent cherishing the fight which he also understood in truth this battle was a good way to continue to home his skills however he had no intention of allowing the people of this city to suffer if he could help it.
He let loose another arrow which from what he could tell soon found its mark in the head of one of the many shuffling zombies that were being used as light infantry to weakin their front line.
Both sides surprisingly seemed to be equal for the moment magic, sword and shield against claws, arms, bone and other forms of deadly energy mixing causing flashes of light throughout the darkended wet muddy battlefield.
The number of bodies quickly began to grow the mud clearly having an effect on the ability of both sides that used legs to fight the ghosts and wraiths had neither legs nor felt the wet rain that seemingly fell through them the damage they took from the defenders weapons the only reminder they existed in their world at all.
Revan kept his legs spaced as he focused his fire on some of the vicious bloodthirsty werewolves as well as the ghosts and wraiths who from far away had looked pretty but now that they were getting closer he could see the nightmarish distorted faces of pure evil that they wore as they coldly claimed more lives reaching out as if they themselves craved the life energy of many that bravely stood against them.
The skeleton units fell easily enough to the more capable living soldiers though soon more wraith arrived many glowing blue in half existence as they floated across the muddy ground with what seemed like chains around their lower halves.
Many wraiths wore hoods and the ones that did he was partially thankful for as every wriath held another face that seemed to be the image of death itself.
"Focus fire on the wraiths!" yelled Revan knowing that for the moment the wraiths posed the more larger threat to their frontlines