Thread: (loneiysong) Dealing with Dragons (MaximalCrazy)

The battle outside raged onward as the Alabastor forces took on a firm offensive, already dashing forward to claim the walls. Archers along them tried to pick off as many Alabastor soldiers as they could, but with only so many of them completely outnumbered by Alabastor, it was only a matter of time before soldiers were working on putting up wall ladders to ascend the wall and breach through. Providence's own swordsmen and spear men had their weapons drawn, ready to meet any enemies head on. Fear, though, was evident in their eyes. Alabastor's attacking army was vast and superior in training. How could Provdience's militia come anywhere near to such ferocity and skill. Yet still they pressed on. They were joined in a common goal to protect Providence and its people. Even Bishop, who had a firmer stance in ruling, still ruled for the people and fought for the people. So long as they held on to that goal, they would remain strong and steadfast. But, valor could only get them so far. Especially when outnumbered. Bishop squeezed his daughter's hand, looking at her with great concern. I do not know. Our scouts from yesterday afternoon failed to report about such a thing, and I know it could not have been brought so swiftly from Alabastor. Such a contraption takes many men to deliver. The King bit his lip in thought, rubbing his untrimmed chin, the war keeping his mind occupied and away from cleaning up the fuzz there. It was rough, yet rugged looking. It only made him seem older, however. And seeing how far out it is, I fear reaching it and destroying it are two wildly impossible objectives. The battle seemed more and more grim, especially as another boulder hit the castle. Bishop managed to hold himself up during this attack. Gods! I must meet with the generals! He looked to the guard in the safety room. Tend to my daughter's requests if needed, but be prepared for battle. The guard answered back and saluted their king until Bishop had left the room, shutting the door behind him. Shouting could be heard, much louder this time, and there was another strike of the bell. The guard grimaced, clenching his weapon tightly. A second bell toll meant that the walls had been breached, and that the soldiers were doing battle with Alabastor on the walls now. Meanwhile though, Nevith had taken to the skies, gazing down below as he saw the battle carry on. It would appear that he arrived late, or perhaps the timing given to him was a bit wrong. With a bit of a glare, he blamed his troubles on the latter. The official rectifications could remain for debate until after his task was done, so for now Nevith circled the forces above. He appeared to almost be like a flock of crows circling over a dead carcass, ready to feast. But he was reminded once more that he would have to play neutral. Though something told him that Elena would be rather annoyed if Providence soldiers were killed. He would have to do his best then to avoid the urge to kill them. Ugh, this was turning out to be a most difficult request. Wasting no more time, the white dragon began a nose dive and quickly took notice of the strange wooden contraption that launched boulders at Providence's defenses, one such boulder hitting the castle. How curious of a weapon. Man made marvels, I suppose. He mused as he decided to focus upon this device. With a grin, he saw the men around it. A quick, easy set of morsels before I begin my fun. And with that, Nevith announced his entrance with a fierce roar, soon crushing the trebuchet and two men operating it. The last was suddenly snatched up between his jaws, a bone wrenching scream filling the air that caught the rear flank's attention. The guard with Elena suddenly jumped upon hearing the roar. W-What was that?! He asked, peeking his head out of the doorway. There were no windows in the room, and his curiosity was burning. He looked back at the princess. M'lady, was that a dragon? Is a dragon outside our walls?!