Thread: The Dream Of Conquest (MasterOfWhispers and Eirlys Vitae)

My Lord enemy is in sight. Varys Valerian spoke as he was looking upon the open field of Yura. Right next to the man stood a tall and broad figure dressed in black plated battle armor with a Claymore sheathed as it his back. His hands removed his black intimidating helmet, revealing a blond haired man with silver streaks across certain parts. His eyes were as yellow as the morning sun and his sharp features revealed a depth that was both intimidating yet at the same time inspiring. This battle will be easy then. The apparent leader spoke his voice and tone carrying a hint of blood lust and elation. Those fools won't know what hit them once they cross the midway point. Tell me have the mages completed the ritual circles. Yes Lord Nioklos, everything is according to plan. Varys responded his eyes looking at the field neutrally. Very well. Tell the head Magus to activate on my signal. The second in command nodded heading for the back flank while the Vampiric Elf road off to the front lines. Upon arriving, Nioklos noticed how eager his men were for blood and satisfaction. The army mounted to a thousands. The Vampiric Elf found it ironic. One hundred years ago, due to an unfortunate alchemic accident leading the Elf's transformation into the first Vampire elf in history, he had no hope of survival in a world which constantly hunted and persecuted him. He would never hope have dreamed of conquering Elvaria. In fact, if one were to mention to him that he would be the world's most feared warlord. Nioklos would have laughed at that person's face. Now though, after journeying around the world and discovering that he could turn others elves into his own kind. Nioklos long sought dream of a world where he and his clan would not be persecuted would be a reality. He would Conquero Eluvia and perhaps even the Kingdom Of Man in the north. He would create a united world all under his clans banner! Children of mine blood The warlord bellowed, and the rest of the eager clan quieted down. It's been only fifty years since I have made you of my bloodline, yet in a manner of months we have managed to taken all of southern Eluvia as our own. Soon our dream of a land where none shall be rejected is close at hand. The men cheered in delight. The patriotic fervor alright starting to heat up! Many of our brothers in arms have been lost in battle but now. Their sacrifices will not go in vain. For tonight their blood will open the doors to an Era. Tonight We will have a Kingdom First for the Gods! Tonight Our Dream of Conquest will become a REALITY! The Men roared with joy. They Roared with Passion, and most of all The Roared with Pride. The armored Clan leader smiled to himself as he turned his back and looked at the enemy army. They were getting close to his little trap. it was time. Raising his hand up into the air. He addressed one of his archers. Jenka. Fire the signal. The archer known as Jenka began to launched an mystic arrow which exploded into brilliant flashing light. Nioklos smiled. The signal was sent. As the Enemy army approached the magical runes inscribed on the ground the stood on lit up. What followed next could only be described as a massacre. Pillars of Fire erupted from the grounded Killing if not hundred then thousands of people. Much of the Calvary were dismounted from their horses. Using some of his mystic site Niklos soon spotted several healers running to the front lines trying to tend to the severely injured. Archers take those healers out! Calvary with me! As he commanded the archers despite the amount of smoke covering the battle field. Fired their arrows at the incoming healer mages and clerics. Either killing them instantly in one hit or brutally crippling them. The warlord was glad that a lot of the vampire he turned had the ability of mystic sight. CHARGE! Niklos bellowed as his other men joined him in battle. That trap he set for him was the key point in victory. It wasn't long before he began to mop up the rest of the army. It was only about five hours into the battle until the enemy sent a signal of surrender. Nioklos of course accepted. His knew Kingdom was now at hand. The rest of day was spent gathering the dead and briefing the prisoners about their rights and about swearing fealty under their new would be king. When the army returned to the camp, the men were intoxicated with their victory. It came as no surprise that the men would soon be intoxicated from alcohol. Nioklos would love to join them. Help build a closer bond with his soldiers, but he duties to attend to at his own tent. One of them being the fate of the prisoners they captured. We took over five hundred prisoners my lord. The rest chose to die rather then be taken. Varys said A Pity from the looks of it here. Many of them come from Noble Houses. They would have been useful allies helping them keep the throne. Nioklos said browsing through the list of names. Honestly, all these nobles have pride. Too much pride. When I take control of the capital, I may have to clean up the houses. Make an example of their most rebellious. It is an ugly business sir... Varys said looking through his own set of papers. I suppose you want to take a good look at the prisoners. I'll have to. See who I can get onto my side. Though if they are anything like the last batch of prisoners, I fear we may have to kill more then half of them. The prisoners tent had several iron cages in it that were summoned by the Nioklos most loyal mages. In them lied several soldiers. Each of them giving Nioklos a death glare as he walked passed them. I saw the enemy still can't resist your charm. Varys said with a smile. Nioklos chuckled. At least its for a proper reason. Well the Healers aren't as troublesome. Most of them have even volunteered to tend to the wounds of our soldiers as well. With propers supervision of course my lord. Varys added quickly at the end. Such is the nature of healers. Perhaps I will release some of them back to their kingdoms. At this juncture compassion might be a good way to earn many of the peasants graces. Varys nodded and the pair continued to talk about what to do with some of the prisoners...