Post by Elmokins on Sept 12, 2006 15:38:46 GMT -5
Cyrus stalked slowly, the Dragon-Born's eyes drifted along the field slowly. Those pits of darkness absorbed all in their path silently coaxing ideas into the lime light, forcing them to announce themselves. His force were small, few understood the will of the Celestial and allowed their goals to co-incide. His arkkadian armor glinted sadly like sparkling black diamonds and his katanas rattled harmlessly off his waist, constrained within their ornate sheaths.
"Ranks, form up, Sithari, take the Blade masters to the center. Osiris, allow your bow to sing with the chariots on the inside. The rest, spears to the centre, crossbows in front and ready to pull back."
Nods came, Cyrus would of course lead the Dragon Knights, where else should the war-gods son go? A silent precision removed his weapons, not allowing them to brush against the sheaths. Each of the blades curved perfectly, along that balanced blade a few chosen runes were inscribed, only enhancing his appearace. Across his armor several runes were wrought, providing strength to the Dragon-Born.
His force was marshalled alongside that of Ma Teng, offset to one side with Cyrus and his cavalry on the far extreme, their spears cruel and jagged. Banners and cloaks drifted in a weak breexe that almost gave a etheral quality to the dark warrior, his swords hung loosely to either side.
"They have chosen battle over diplomacy. They perhaps hold a vestige of honor, I say we strip them of that, any who know of the Arkkadians would accept defeat. We must show them their folly."
The words were eerilly quiet but still his army hung on each word. Perhaps it would sound strange to foreign ears but Cyrus had selected this army for knowledge of his people, their tale and legend. They would understand these words.
For a brief flitter the Dragon-Born found himself drawn to the thought of a duel, however something dulled that. He would wait to see how things progressed.
Arkkadian Army
50 Crossbows(Xbow + Millitia)
200 Blademasters(Twin Swords + Millitia)
100 Spears (Spear + Millitia)
50 Crossbow Chariots(Xbow + Chariot + Millitia)
100 Low Dragon Knights(Spear + Light Mail + Horse + Millitia)
"Ranks, form up, Sithari, take the Blade masters to the center. Osiris, allow your bow to sing with the chariots on the inside. The rest, spears to the centre, crossbows in front and ready to pull back."
Nods came, Cyrus would of course lead the Dragon Knights, where else should the war-gods son go? A silent precision removed his weapons, not allowing them to brush against the sheaths. Each of the blades curved perfectly, along that balanced blade a few chosen runes were inscribed, only enhancing his appearace. Across his armor several runes were wrought, providing strength to the Dragon-Born.
His force was marshalled alongside that of Ma Teng, offset to one side with Cyrus and his cavalry on the far extreme, their spears cruel and jagged. Banners and cloaks drifted in a weak breexe that almost gave a etheral quality to the dark warrior, his swords hung loosely to either side.
"They have chosen battle over diplomacy. They perhaps hold a vestige of honor, I say we strip them of that, any who know of the Arkkadians would accept defeat. We must show them their folly."
The words were eerilly quiet but still his army hung on each word. Perhaps it would sound strange to foreign ears but Cyrus had selected this army for knowledge of his people, their tale and legend. They would understand these words.
For a brief flitter the Dragon-Born found himself drawn to the thought of a duel, however something dulled that. He would wait to see how things progressed.
Arkkadian Army
50 Crossbows(Xbow + Millitia)
200 Blademasters(Twin Swords + Millitia)
100 Spears (Spear + Millitia)
50 Crossbow Chariots(Xbow + Chariot + Millitia)
100 Low Dragon Knights(Spear + Light Mail + Horse + Millitia)