Thread: Sword & Shield

The figure sat proudly upon the black stallion as they watched the battle unfold beneath them. The cries of war could clearly be heard from all corners of the valley as man after man flashed their swords and brought them down on their enemy. The earth was drenched with blood as soldiers were cut down in the throws of battle. Gray eyes surveyed the scene as a slight smirk formed on the helmeted face as the Ellencian banner waved proudly in the air. At first it had seemed as if this battle was evenly matched but soon those odds changed as reinforcements arrived and the enemy was pushed back towards a retreat. Before this battle was over the land would be littered with the bodies of the soldiers of Tamur. This would be a decisive victory with Ellencia with their kings brave lion leading the charge. Keara Tarrion, the savior of Ellencia and the Kings Lion. A name known throughout the land of Ellencia and feared by many who ever met Keara in battle. She was the leader of the kings army and crowned as the royal knight. Ever since this war began a mere two years ago she had spent almost every day since then either on the battle field or in meetings with advisors talking about the war. At first the court was shocked to discover that their leader would appoint a woman to such a position of power but her strength and intelligence in battle soon showed itself and even the men who were under her would now happily give their lives to the lion. Waving her banner high in the air she charged down leading the cavalry to deal the finishing blow that would surely cripple the rest of the enemy forces. Some quick political dealing had turned Tamurs greatest ally against them and together they would quickly finish with the remaining forces. Keara, we have captured him. Turning to her side she could see her captain coming towards her as two more of her man dragged a body behind them. From the mans armor it was obvious that he was none other then Prince Tierian, the youngest prince of Tamur. Perfect. By bribing the princes guards they had brought down the warrior and had even managed to capture him while his men were slaughtered now that their leader was gone. Now not only would they be able to reclaim this land but they also had a valuable bargaining chip to finally bring an end to the war. True he wasnt the crown prince but no doubt his father would be very eager to get him back in once piece. Pointing behind her she ordered for them to carry him back to the tent while they finished up here. The enemy was on the ropes now and already she could see a few of them retreating from the approaching soldiers. This would all be over soon enough and then she could fully focus her attention on the fallen prince. ------------------------- The sun began to set as the field that had only that morning been filled with shouts and cries was now oddly quiet. There had been casualties on both sides but Tamur had suffered a great deal more then they had. At least a hundred men had fallen dead and fifteen of the higher-ranking soldiers had been captured. The rest had turned tail and run like cowering dogs. Even with the injuries this was still a great victory for their side and it marked a turn in the war for them. A clang could be heard as metal fell to the floor as she hurried to remove her armor. Moving a wet rag over her face she removed the sweat and blood that had drenched her from the battle this morning. Her muscles were sore and her back ached but there was still a smile on her face as she thought of the decisive victory they had just won. Not to mention the valuable prize they had also gotten. Sir, we have the prince set up in your tent like you asked. Captain Nikoli said as he walked over to her. Keara has asked for the prince to be tied and bound on a chair and to be waiting for her in her tent so they could finally have a nice one on one conversation. To say that she had a personal grudge against the prince would be putting her hatred very lightly. They had met time and time again in the battlefield where he had mowed down her men time and time again. They were rivals through and through and at every opportunity they tried their damndest to kill the other. Yet with this one battle that delicate balance had fallen and she had risen as the stronger of the two. Now she would get the opportunity to lord it over him as she made him pay for all of her men that he had killed. Thats fine. Ill be there shortly. Keara said before dismissing the captain so he could finally get some much-needed rest. Her auburn hair swung down her back from the loose ponytail as she pulled down her tunic over the leather trousers. Most would do a double take at the sight of a woman in mans clothing but around here the men were used to it. She could have easily been mistaken for another soldier if it wasnt for the medallion she wore around her neck. On the solid gold medallion was carved the royal crest of Ellencia studded with rubies and sapphires. If one didnt know just who she was they could have easily mistaken her for another pretty bar wench. Her body was slender and curvy unlike the muscled soldiers who followed her. Her face looked like that one would find on a doll instead of the gruff one that most would think would be on the Lion of Ellencia. Of course that only worked towards her advantage when she needed to get information out of an enemy. Walking towards her tent she opened the flaps and saw a figure slumped over a chair. His hands had been tied behind his back with a thick rope that he wouldnt be able to break. His armor had been stripped and he had been left in the thin clothes he wore beneath it. So this was the prince who had been a thorn in her side this entire time. Red lips turned into a smirk as she looked down on him with malice in her eyes. She would make him pay for everything he had done and would turn Tamurs brave hero into nothing more then a sniveling little bitch. Reaching onto the table that served as her desk she picked up a flask filled with water. Walking towards him she dumped the contents on his head unceremoniously. Its time to wake up your highness. The last word was said more for the sake of irony then anything else.