Thread: Stranger things.....(Razgriz x Lady Bloody Ava)

It was like one great plague swept across the battleground when the lightning bolt struck it had the unfortunate chance of striking the creek directly, vaporizing the water from the sheer intensity of the electrical current. And woe would befall those caught when the lightning bolt struck their metal foot coverings were filled with mineral-laden water, making it a most prime candidate for conduction. The energy from the arrow of the Heavens was transmitted to all those in contact with the water itself all seemed to freeze up and go still, then seemed to simply keel over and die on the spot. At this moment, the combat stopped for both sides had a mage used this technique to try and decimate the forces? If so, then it worked...partially. If not, then that was quite the lucky strike. However, war often stifled simple acts of analysis both sides then started shouting again, making claims about savagery and the incompetence of their mages for using such imprecise technique. Then the frenzy was soon worked up again, and the fighting restarted, except now they only desired to kill each other all the more, even as the mass of bodies in the creek reeked of torched flesh and fused metal. Said bodies were pushed further down the river to make room for fighting and killing those that stood before them. Now the number of soldiers for each side were even. The battle raged on, the heaving mass of increasingly bloodied silver and flesh continuing to create quite the racket. Bodies of the fallen were pushed out of the way as the common infantry tried to reach their enemy and tear their throat out. Several groups of warriors fell from the bridge, only to get up and ironically restart fighting in the same place where scores fell by a single act of the heavens above. Swords clanged against armor and shields alike, bloodcurdling screams erupted from the throats of the fallen as their life-flame were successively extinguished. The creek that flowed beneath the feet of the warriors grew redder and redder as the Knights from either side fell. Soon, only two warriors remained on the bridge, General Mordyval of the Elves and General Curtis Cul de Louf of the Humans. Both were covered in the blood of comrades and foes alike, their respective armor suits likewise riddled with dents and cut marks. The purple cape that adorned the Human General's shoulders was tattered and torn, dark spots speckling its surface from the war raging on around them. His helmet was bent in several areas, but his spirit remained unbroken even after seeing so many die in one fell swoop. And even though he couldn't say what Mordyval's current state of mind was, he knew enough about the Elf General's reputation to believe that he was the same way. Know thy enemy, a teaching passed down from generation to generation and most certainly crucial in this war. For the longest moment, they would stare at each other, Curtis' face hidden by the helmet he wore. His ornate blade, its once glamorous length stained red and brown from the trials of dirt and blood and some chipped pieces , was buried by its point into the wooden surface of the bridge as he turned his head to watch the battle rage beneath. Your men fight well, General Mordyval it's been so long since I've received the chance to face worthy adversaries Curtis then stated, watching two stranded Elves fall to the precision of the King's Archers, their throats pouring blood as they keeled over, gurgling from the shafts that seemed to magically appear lodged in their respective trachea. Another was then lit aflame by Cerian's dastardly spells, a fire that worked quickly and was inextinguishable by any means other than magic. The poor Elf fell into the river, screaming as he tried to douse the fire, only to be burned alive and his stench joining those struck by the bolt of lightning. The General let a smile of glee cross his hidden face as he added, pulling his sword from the ground and pointing its tip at the General, But let's see what happens to the Elves when a warrior such as you falls to the hands of a human! Elsewhere, King Haggard of the Northern Territories, his castle of stone and permafrost located in the heart of the Icelands, was unknowingly about to received word that King Richard of the Evugid Kingdom was engaged in war with the Elves. Haggard was a large, only a fair degree shorter than Ulthane Black himself, but nonetheless stocky for his height. A thick chocolate-brown beard covered his mouth, the surface crusted with a thin layer of frost. A horned helmet sat up on his head, with more furs hanging off the side to act as ear protectors. Unlike his eastern counterpart, Haggard's attire consisted of thick furs to deal with the chilling weather of the Northern Highlands. Snow was not uncommon and in fact happened so often that it was considered the norm. Not much grew in these hostile lands, but Haggard's people found a way to hunt big game and store wood and food for many months. They were the most rural and least materialistic up here, food and supplies were the objects of trade, with weight being the determining factor in what accounted for an equal trade. But that was besides the point now was a time for war and fighting. Of all the Human Kingdoms, the Northern Territories were renown for their brutality and eagerness for combat. And the King was in for a big surprise when the messenger boy arrived, holding a scroll of information from Glacius they had the fewest mages available than any other human kingdom, but their ability to seek and inquire information relevant to the Northern Territories was beyond compare. They had eyes everywhere, and were able to receive messages of pertinent happenings despite any stretch of distance between the source and themselves. Haggard unrolled the scroll, his yellowed, crooked teeth showing as he smiled with obvious glee,I see.........Well, far be it from the Northern Highlandsmen to refuse an opportunity for glory! He crumpled the paper that his page had brought in and threw it into the stone fireplace next to his wooden throne. That thrice-damned Richard and his attempts at peace.....Why make peace with those who obviously hate you? I'll never understand him.... he then added, then barked, Tobaius! Send a message to all able-bodied men! The Northern Territories heads east to fight! Haggard called out the message was carried out. It would take a few days to have word reach all the outlying towns. Unlike traditional kingdoms, ALL men were needed to fight, be they sons of the King or sons of the lowest peasant family. He needed every body at hand to fight in this war, especially since Haggard knew of the Elves and their surprising ability to adapt for ones so thin and frail-looking. He would often chuckle at the thought of their pointy ears freezing to the point where a small flick of his thick digits would make the tips snap off but now, he would soon fight! Oh what a glorious day indeed! Ironic considering it would take the better of several days to have his men travel there, to a battlesite that didn't even affect his Kingdom's ability to survive in the slightest, but he wouldn't bother himself with details. sorry for the wait, hopes this makes up for it