Herew
A wise warrior is strong.
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[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Drums sounded. Asrac turned round just as a hundred red torches sprang into life. Apparently the goblins sent not only a scout party, but also an advance strike force. To make matters worse, just at that moment, a horn sounded in the eastern side of the west hall. Twenty-five goblins hemmed in the eighth team on their retreating side. They would have to fight, five against one-hundred-twenty-five. Asrac knew his team stood little chance.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Form flanks on me,” he ordered, “Nyer and Jaron on my left, Wulf and Felon in my right.”[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]The eighth team obeyed orders without question, they trusted Asrac with their lives, even in this perilous hour. Their devotion was born out of respect for all the situations he had got them out of; after all, this was not the eighth team's first assignment. Asrac had the knowledge of battle strategies that rivaled General Rykan, the resistance commander, but was only a middle ranking officer.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Alright eighth team,let's give these goblins something to remember us by. Maybe the men back at camp can have a new song to sing as well. Stay close to me and don't get separated. We'll use smash and run tactics, don't get locked into an engagement. Once we break their line, keep running until you get to the Great Hall.”[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Nyer put away her bow and drew a short sword she used for close combat. Wulf twisted his axe in his hands. Jaron and Felon tightened the straps on their pauldrons. Asrac tapped his sword against his shield, then gave the order to charge the line of twenty-five.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Sweat of fear dripped off the eighth teams' foreheads. Feet pounded the stone floor. Battle cries and oaths came forth. Then the clash.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Asrac lost himself in the battle frenzy, stabbing and slashing at the goblins. The drums sounded again, a slow rhythmic beat, but something was different, the sound was coming from above. What devilry is this? he thought. [/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]A red flame burst into life above the battle, lighting the whole western hall for a brief moment. The engagement stopped as all eyes turned to see a magnificent red dragon descending from the lofty roof of the hall.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]It landed in the center of the room, facing the line of goblins barring the way to Ath. The dragon sent forth a wondrous red flame, streaming from its mouth and into the goblins. What goblins survived the initial attack, were now running back to whatever dark holes they came from.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]A sword bouncing off his shield jerked Asrac back to the battle. The goblins he was fighting must have had stronger mettle than the others. The eighth team fought brilliantly but to no avail, they could not break the line.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]When all looked lost for the team, the dragon fell upon what remained of the goblin forces. It bit and clawed through armor and shields. Swords and arrows were of no use against the mighty armored scales of the dragon. It quickly dispatched of the remaining goblins.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]After its gruesome task was finished, the dragon stood gazing at the eighth team. Its fiery eyes lit upon Asrac, then it bowed its head ever so slightly. The spikes on the top of its snout shimmered in the blue torch light and its razor teeth shone with an eerie glow.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Greetings, commander, the voice rumbled deep and loud in the recesses of Asrac's mind, it has been long years since last I saw men fight as brave as you, Asrac Fire-Brand.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]You're the one I'd call 'Fire-Brand,' thought Asrac, unaware that the dragon could hear his thoughts as clearly as words.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Well met human, the dragon boomed back, I am Gladic, of the southern dragon.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Asrac then guessed that the dragon- Gladic- could hear his thoughts. At first he was appalled at the thought that another being could invade his privacy. But not wanting to offend the dragon, he said with his mind, We are grateful f or what you did, we are at your service.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]I will remember that, Asrac, responded Gladic I may call on your service soon.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]With that, Gladic spread his massive wings, jumped, and disappeared into the darkness above. [/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Drums sounded. Asrac turned round just as a hundred red torches sprang into life. Apparently the goblins sent not only a scout party, but also an advance strike force. To make matters worse, just at that moment, a horn sounded in the eastern side of the west hall. Twenty-five goblins hemmed in the eighth team on their retreating side. They would have to fight, five against one-hundred-twenty-five. Asrac knew his team stood little chance.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Form flanks on me,” he ordered, “Nyer and Jaron on my left, Wulf and Felon in my right.”[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]The eighth team obeyed orders without question, they trusted Asrac with their lives, even in this perilous hour. Their devotion was born out of respect for all the situations he had got them out of; after all, this was not the eighth team's first assignment. Asrac had the knowledge of battle strategies that rivaled General Rykan, the resistance commander, but was only a middle ranking officer.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Alright eighth team,let's give these goblins something to remember us by. Maybe the men back at camp can have a new song to sing as well. Stay close to me and don't get separated. We'll use smash and run tactics, don't get locked into an engagement. Once we break their line, keep running until you get to the Great Hall.”[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Nyer put away her bow and drew a short sword she used for close combat. Wulf twisted his axe in his hands. Jaron and Felon tightened the straps on their pauldrons. Asrac tapped his sword against his shield, then gave the order to charge the line of twenty-five.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Sweat of fear dripped off the eighth teams' foreheads. Feet pounded the stone floor. Battle cries and oaths came forth. Then the clash.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Asrac lost himself in the battle frenzy, stabbing and slashing at the goblins. The drums sounded again, a slow rhythmic beat, but something was different, the sound was coming from above. What devilry is this? he thought. [/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]A red flame burst into life above the battle, lighting the whole western hall for a brief moment. The engagement stopped as all eyes turned to see a magnificent red dragon descending from the lofty roof of the hall.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]It landed in the center of the room, facing the line of goblins barring the way to Ath. The dragon sent forth a wondrous red flame, streaming from its mouth and into the goblins. What goblins survived the initial attack, were now running back to whatever dark holes they came from.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]A sword bouncing off his shield jerked Asrac back to the battle. The goblins he was fighting must have had stronger mettle than the others. The eighth team fought brilliantly but to no avail, they could not break the line.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]When all looked lost for the team, the dragon fell upon what remained of the goblin forces. It bit and clawed through armor and shields. Swords and arrows were of no use against the mighty armored scales of the dragon. It quickly dispatched of the remaining goblins.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]After its gruesome task was finished, the dragon stood gazing at the eighth team. Its fiery eyes lit upon Asrac, then it bowed its head ever so slightly. The spikes on the top of its snout shimmered in the blue torch light and its razor teeth shone with an eerie glow.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Greetings, commander, the voice rumbled deep and loud in the recesses of Asrac's mind, it has been long years since last I saw men fight as brave as you, Asrac Fire-Brand.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]You're the one I'd call 'Fire-Brand,' thought Asrac, unaware that the dragon could hear his thoughts as clearly as words.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Well met human, the dragon boomed back, I am Gladic, of the southern dragon.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Asrac then guessed that the dragon- Gladic- could hear his thoughts. At first he was appalled at the thought that another being could invade his privacy. But not wanting to offend the dragon, he said with his mind, We are grateful f or what you did, we are at your service.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]I will remember that, Asrac, responded Gladic I may call on your service soon.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]With that, Gladic spread his massive wings, jumped, and disappeared into the darkness above. [/FONT]
