Dijalin
of DOOM!!!
The Adventures of the Crimson Rogues
Below the army marched across the Endless Plains heading north. To the east was the Lake of Tears that stretched out for hundreds of miles. To the west lay the vast forests of Klindara, and to the south the Barrens of Bartuk, where this army hails from. Their formation has become a bit loose since the beginning of their 5 day hard march. Looking from afar, they look like army ants on the warpath, an endless trail of troops, numbering in the area of 100,000 men. Strewn across the land, standing out like large rocks in a sea pebbles are the armies war machines, hauled by giant lizards, with massive claws that dig into the ground, and maws that could swallow a man whole. The sun beat down on them warmly, glinting off of their black armor, and many men did not wear their helmets. It is the 4th day of their march, and they are almost to their destination, the city of Mawthral, known for its giant walls, and towering spires. There was to be expected a heavy resistance to this city, so the army grimly marched forward, knowing that many would find their eternal rest at the walls of Mawthral.
Thorn’s footfalls clattered across the wooden deck of the ship, as he ran towards the bow railing. The crew was chasing him, now that he has made his presence known, but what choice did he have. He was wearing black leather armor, and ran with two curved short swords with their blades pointing down. When he got to the railing of the ship, he did not hesitate, and put his arms out, and jumped. As he jumped he turned his wrists in, and down, making the flat part of the swords, with the points facing away from his body, touch his bracers. With a *click* the blades locked in place, and he pushed the handles down, to slide the blades down his bracer, until he could no longer touch the pommel with his hands, and with another *click* they locked into place. As he fell he raised his right arm up, and pointed it towards the next airship, about 60 feet up, and 100 feet away at this point, and pressed a button on his bracer. With a loud *pop* a dart shot out, attached to a rope, and nailed a wood plank on the outer hull of the airship. As the rope tautened he stopped falling, and he started to swing.
The soldier closed his eyes, and looked up, sweat glistened on his tan hair as he wiped his stinging eyes, and drenched brow. What he wouldn't give for at least a light breeze. Right as he finished his thought, he felt a slight breeze on his face. "Thank...." his voice trailed off, as he opened his eyes, and saw a pair of legs fly past him, not 5 feet above his head. He looked up and saw someone swinging from one of the airships to the other. "It's been a long walk in the sun indeed." he thought to himself as he shook the image from his head, and continued to march on.
Thorn smiled widely, he lived for this. He was lucky that his fall created enough momentum for him. He swung around to the bow of the airship, and grabbed onto the side rail. He then waited patiently as he counted in his head. Five, four, three, two, one... and with that, a loud explosion could be heard, along with the sound of wood, and metal being thrown, and contorted by the explosion.
With a loud groan, the airship that Thorn was just on, started to lose altitude, as it began to sink in the sky, it's bow began to tip towards the ground. The men on the ground started to scatter like ants, as the derelict airship headed straight down into the army. Thorn did not wait to see the ensuing chaos, as he climbed aboard the ship. With a flick of his arms, he felt his sword handles within his hands, and he grabbed them, and yanked his wrists up, and the blades disconnected from his bracers, he then cut the rope that was connected to his bracer. He ran along the railing of the ship, bending low, so not to be seen. He noticed that everyone on the ship was at the stern, minus the ships pilot. He headed towards the stern, as he saw 10 men gathered at the side. He ran right at them, cutting down four right where they stood, at the throat, so only their bodies hitting the floor could be heard. Four of the men turned around, and with a look of shock, managed to make somewhat of a sound as Thorn cut their throats open. Blood ran freely onto the stern of the ship. The remaining two men tried to fight, but one found a blade throw the gut, and stumbled overboard, while the other died before he even his the floor.
The airship hit the ground with a giant crashing sound. As men scattered, many were hit with debris, or just outright ran over. As the airship slid to a stop, a secondary explosion occurred as the fire made its way to the powder room. This explosion was massive, and at least a thousand men were forced to the ground from the shockwave of this explosion. After all was said and done, there were over 400 dead, and thousands injured, 4 war machines have been destroyed along with the creatures hauling them.
Finally, Thorn thought, as he found what he was looking for. "Hey guys!" He said with a smile, a wink, and a wave, as he pulled out a lock pick, and opened the gate to the cells that lay below the deck. Thorn handed the lock pick to one of the captives, and headed up to the deck of the airship, and ended the life of the pilot quite easily. He threw the body over the side of the ship, and took the helm. He smiled as he looked at the controls, not having the slightest idea what most of the levers did. This however, was not the first time he has flown an airship, as he did his best to guess what each control did.
The airship Thorn now had control of, lazily headed out of the formation it was in, and started to lose altitude, as the bow pointed downard. There were many shouts coming from the other airships, as another wave of confusion broke out. The ship was now in a dive, as the ground rushed up to meet it. Thorn did his best to pull up out of the purposeful dive. He used his feet as leverage against the console as he pulled on the stick, trying to make it go up. At last the airship started to pull up. The hull was a good 10 feet off the ground, as it sped away at speeds faster then it was made to go. Cannons rang out in the distance, as other ships started to fire upon it, but they fell short. His short brown hair was flapping in the wind as he piloted the airship back to Ghalid, where he started his mission from. He had been successful. He had managed to rescue his friends, and even steal an airship. Thorn grinned widely; it had been a successful mission indeed.
Below the army marched across the Endless Plains heading north. To the east was the Lake of Tears that stretched out for hundreds of miles. To the west lay the vast forests of Klindara, and to the south the Barrens of Bartuk, where this army hails from. Their formation has become a bit loose since the beginning of their 5 day hard march. Looking from afar, they look like army ants on the warpath, an endless trail of troops, numbering in the area of 100,000 men. Strewn across the land, standing out like large rocks in a sea pebbles are the armies war machines, hauled by giant lizards, with massive claws that dig into the ground, and maws that could swallow a man whole. The sun beat down on them warmly, glinting off of their black armor, and many men did not wear their helmets. It is the 4th day of their march, and they are almost to their destination, the city of Mawthral, known for its giant walls, and towering spires. There was to be expected a heavy resistance to this city, so the army grimly marched forward, knowing that many would find their eternal rest at the walls of Mawthral.
Thorn’s footfalls clattered across the wooden deck of the ship, as he ran towards the bow railing. The crew was chasing him, now that he has made his presence known, but what choice did he have. He was wearing black leather armor, and ran with two curved short swords with their blades pointing down. When he got to the railing of the ship, he did not hesitate, and put his arms out, and jumped. As he jumped he turned his wrists in, and down, making the flat part of the swords, with the points facing away from his body, touch his bracers. With a *click* the blades locked in place, and he pushed the handles down, to slide the blades down his bracer, until he could no longer touch the pommel with his hands, and with another *click* they locked into place. As he fell he raised his right arm up, and pointed it towards the next airship, about 60 feet up, and 100 feet away at this point, and pressed a button on his bracer. With a loud *pop* a dart shot out, attached to a rope, and nailed a wood plank on the outer hull of the airship. As the rope tautened he stopped falling, and he started to swing.
The soldier closed his eyes, and looked up, sweat glistened on his tan hair as he wiped his stinging eyes, and drenched brow. What he wouldn't give for at least a light breeze. Right as he finished his thought, he felt a slight breeze on his face. "Thank...." his voice trailed off, as he opened his eyes, and saw a pair of legs fly past him, not 5 feet above his head. He looked up and saw someone swinging from one of the airships to the other. "It's been a long walk in the sun indeed." he thought to himself as he shook the image from his head, and continued to march on.
Thorn smiled widely, he lived for this. He was lucky that his fall created enough momentum for him. He swung around to the bow of the airship, and grabbed onto the side rail. He then waited patiently as he counted in his head. Five, four, three, two, one... and with that, a loud explosion could be heard, along with the sound of wood, and metal being thrown, and contorted by the explosion.
With a loud groan, the airship that Thorn was just on, started to lose altitude, as it began to sink in the sky, it's bow began to tip towards the ground. The men on the ground started to scatter like ants, as the derelict airship headed straight down into the army. Thorn did not wait to see the ensuing chaos, as he climbed aboard the ship. With a flick of his arms, he felt his sword handles within his hands, and he grabbed them, and yanked his wrists up, and the blades disconnected from his bracers, he then cut the rope that was connected to his bracer. He ran along the railing of the ship, bending low, so not to be seen. He noticed that everyone on the ship was at the stern, minus the ships pilot. He headed towards the stern, as he saw 10 men gathered at the side. He ran right at them, cutting down four right where they stood, at the throat, so only their bodies hitting the floor could be heard. Four of the men turned around, and with a look of shock, managed to make somewhat of a sound as Thorn cut their throats open. Blood ran freely onto the stern of the ship. The remaining two men tried to fight, but one found a blade throw the gut, and stumbled overboard, while the other died before he even his the floor.
The airship hit the ground with a giant crashing sound. As men scattered, many were hit with debris, or just outright ran over. As the airship slid to a stop, a secondary explosion occurred as the fire made its way to the powder room. This explosion was massive, and at least a thousand men were forced to the ground from the shockwave of this explosion. After all was said and done, there were over 400 dead, and thousands injured, 4 war machines have been destroyed along with the creatures hauling them.
Finally, Thorn thought, as he found what he was looking for. "Hey guys!" He said with a smile, a wink, and a wave, as he pulled out a lock pick, and opened the gate to the cells that lay below the deck. Thorn handed the lock pick to one of the captives, and headed up to the deck of the airship, and ended the life of the pilot quite easily. He threw the body over the side of the ship, and took the helm. He smiled as he looked at the controls, not having the slightest idea what most of the levers did. This however, was not the first time he has flown an airship, as he did his best to guess what each control did.
The airship Thorn now had control of, lazily headed out of the formation it was in, and started to lose altitude, as the bow pointed downard. There were many shouts coming from the other airships, as another wave of confusion broke out. The ship was now in a dive, as the ground rushed up to meet it. Thorn did his best to pull up out of the purposeful dive. He used his feet as leverage against the console as he pulled on the stick, trying to make it go up. At last the airship started to pull up. The hull was a good 10 feet off the ground, as it sped away at speeds faster then it was made to go. Cannons rang out in the distance, as other ships started to fire upon it, but they fell short. His short brown hair was flapping in the wind as he piloted the airship back to Ghalid, where he started his mission from. He had been successful. He had managed to rescue his friends, and even steal an airship. Thorn grinned widely; it had been a successful mission indeed.
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