[BF25] King of a Dream

[Cybrandir]

A column of men moved through the forest. Knights, dressed in dark red and black, flying the banner of the Scorpion. A few horses were among them, some of them carrying knights, other were in front of carts laden with goods. They marched on silently, no songs were sung, their footsteps almost drowned out by the sounds of the woods. But they were noticed, tracked by countless eyes. Their every movement followed by many shapes hidden to them. They did not look however, for they did not fear the forest: their minds were occupied by the long trek before them.

“The men are wondering why we had to go all this way My Lord.”, one of them finally said, breaking the silence.
“Have you tried explaining to them the value of these artefacts Ichabod? Their power and potential cannot be lost on a sorcerer like you.”
“It indeed is not My Liege, it is just so... unusual for us to... ”
“For us to do what?”
“Fight back My Lord. It is.. The men think it is strange to change our ways now. They are happy getting beaten up by jelly bean heroes day in day out. They don’t want this to change, and these powerful items will do just that I fear.”
“We have been defeated over and over again, we have lost our last holdings a few days ago. We cannot continue like this, we have to change! Our destitution will be our end, it is simply not sustainable. If we do not have a victory to offset our losses soon we die.”
“And Your Excellence fears death?”
“It’s not so much fearing death as it is thinking that now is not the good time. And neither is tomorrow.”

Before he could respond the calm of the forest disappeared. Men shouted. Horses bucked. Arrows were flying. An ambush! Quickly the sorcerer drew up magical shields and commanded the knights into defensive positions. Amidst the chaos those close to the King stepped over their fallen comrades to form a shield wall. Those further away formed some smaller clumps of their own. And finally, as suddenly as the rain of arrows began, it ceased.

Some of the men were preparing to enter into the woods, in formation they advanced to its edge. Meanwhile those protecting their lord checked on him, finding two arrows have found their mark in his chest. “Urgh, I’m fine”, he muttered: “where is my sword?”. “You are gravely hit My Liege, you need to stay back and let us handle this.”.

But that was not all that the forests had to offer. An agonising voice, a voice as from dead metal if metal could die and dead metal could speak, cried out: “GET HIM, HE NEEDS TO DIE FOR WHAT HE IS GOING TO DO”, and following this command various shapes appeared from between the trees and dashed like deer and boars to the helpless Scorpion Knights, leaving their bows for blades. Those who had advanced to the forest edge, although fighting bravely, were quickly overwhelmed by these figures, and soon their full ire would befall upon their intended target: the leader of these dastardly Scorpions.

To be continued…



I think this is a nice set up for a (forum) battle/soap I’d like to run in the future so I will leave it here.

[bertinator]

Concept & Theme: 6/10
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[lunchboxninja]

Concept and Theme--7/10
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[Scratch]

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