Battle: Westeros Alliance vs Dothraki Horde
Feb 23, 2012 2:40:56 GMT
Post by drennan on Feb 23, 2012 2:40:56 GMT
The arrows soared overhead creating a strange shadow effect that passed them by like clouds blocking to sun, departing as swiftly as they arrived. The gentle jog of Drennan and the Mountain Men at his sides slowed to a walk as the 10,000 strong charge of the Westerosi forces thundered out into the plains to meet the Dothraki riders, speartips lowered, kicking up dust in their wake. A great cheer rose through the ranks of the warriors as they watched the two forces meet in the distance ahead of them, the wedge of the Westerosi driving hard into the advancing invaders lines, already thinned by hail after hail of arrows. Many archers stopped as the mass melee broke out, not wanting to tip the scales to their foes but as the ends of the Dothraki charge poured round the edge of the opposing horsemen and continued to thunder across the plains towards the standing army ahead of them the cheer quickly died down.
Before them thundered a mass of foaming horsemen bent on flattening all that they faced and though their numbers were thinned by continuos bow fire and the deaths of their fellows, thos who survived could still prove to be problematic should they break the lines.
The Bear grumbled to himself and barked orders at his men to disperse their lines and form into tight groups, anything with a shield or spear to the front, the rest ready to strike at the horses. Even as the words left his mouth the messenger arrived, breathless and pale, his eyes glued to the image of the charging horses that quickly closed the distance. His message was long and rushed but the old man got the general idea...if a little to late to put it into full effect.
"Tell your young Lord to form his line and hold at all costs. Alas the time to put his plan into action is past us. He and i shall yet raise a glass to our victory here. But now we must fight."
He patted the boy on the shoulder and pushed him away. At full sprint they might make it back to the line of pikemen, but out of breath they would be little use fighting. They would hold here and if nessecary die here. There was little use in cursing his poor decision to advance past his line or underestimating the numbers the invaders would bring with them when they landed. Behind him the forces of the Westrosi outnumbered the horsemen 4 to 1, with many pikemen and archers to spare, they would be stopped here whether he lived or died. His hands closed around the haft of his axe as he offered a prayer to the Seven to watch over his family, awaiting the wave of invaders to reach them...
Before them thundered a mass of foaming horsemen bent on flattening all that they faced and though their numbers were thinned by continuos bow fire and the deaths of their fellows, thos who survived could still prove to be problematic should they break the lines.
The Bear grumbled to himself and barked orders at his men to disperse their lines and form into tight groups, anything with a shield or spear to the front, the rest ready to strike at the horses. Even as the words left his mouth the messenger arrived, breathless and pale, his eyes glued to the image of the charging horses that quickly closed the distance. His message was long and rushed but the old man got the general idea...if a little to late to put it into full effect.
"Tell your young Lord to form his line and hold at all costs. Alas the time to put his plan into action is past us. He and i shall yet raise a glass to our victory here. But now we must fight."
He patted the boy on the shoulder and pushed him away. At full sprint they might make it back to the line of pikemen, but out of breath they would be little use fighting. They would hold here and if nessecary die here. There was little use in cursing his poor decision to advance past his line or underestimating the numbers the invaders would bring with them when they landed. Behind him the forces of the Westrosi outnumbered the horsemen 4 to 1, with many pikemen and archers to spare, they would be stopped here whether he lived or died. His hands closed around the haft of his axe as he offered a prayer to the Seven to watch over his family, awaiting the wave of invaders to reach them...