Frozopia
31-08-2005, 16:43
Conor's sword arm ached, his mouth felt dry, and his beard was caked with blood. The tribesmen had been fast, almost too fast, and his sword had only narrowly missed Conor's throat, instead making a deep cut down his cheek. Conor had responded by driving his spear upwards into the tribesmen stomach with all his strength, when Tim stepped forward and drove his shield into the tribesmen face. The tribesmen fell back dragging the spear from Conor's hands spilling his guts unto the snow.
The Tropian war band had fought hard through the day. The tribesmen had made 6 attacks in the last two hours, each one driven back with losses on both sides. If the Tronian's could hold another 3 hours, the sun would set and the tribesmen would once again have to retreat into the vast wastelands.
As much as Conor despised these Logan tribesmen, he could respect their courage. With little armour they were willing to attack a Tropian shield wall over and over again till the snow was crimson with the tribesmen blood.
But then they were desperate, and they outnumbered the Tropian spears 2 to 1. Even colder temperatures in the wastes had driven them south in multiple raids across Tropian territory against the few farm lands and mines, till King Rygan had no choice but to order Conor's war band out to combat them. The 500 spearmen marched swiftly from Tropan city, heading north to intercept the Logan tribesmen. There was of course suspician over how they passed through Laman land peacefully, but diplomacy meant this had to be ignored. After all, they could not offend a so called 'ally'.
A roar from the tribesmen interrupted Conor's thoughts. Looking down the slope it seemed the tribesmen were preparing another attack.
The last one Conor hoped. Turning to his shield partner to his right, Conor grinned:
"Ready to kill some tribal pigs?"
Tim grinned back, "Damn right!"
The Tropian spears heard the bravado and grinned. Beating their swords upon their shields, they prepared for another attack......
OOC: This is Frozopia in 500 ADish. Frozopia is a country split up into individual states and tribes. Heres the map showing the capital:
http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b345/MasterC_/FrozopiaOldtimes.jpg
Im gonna add more cities, but give me time.
Frozopia is cold, but warmer than it is present day. Only in the tribal lands is it truly cold. In the south there is land to be farmed, and plenty of wealth.
In this RP I want some one to RP maybe a foreign invasion (Saxon style maybe?), or assistance. Or maybe someone wants to represent one of the states or a tribe. Im taking Tropia. Keep the technology with the time. Make any comments or state your interest.
The Tropian war band had fought hard through the day. The tribesmen had made 6 attacks in the last two hours, each one driven back with losses on both sides. If the Tronian's could hold another 3 hours, the sun would set and the tribesmen would once again have to retreat into the vast wastelands.
As much as Conor despised these Logan tribesmen, he could respect their courage. With little armour they were willing to attack a Tropian shield wall over and over again till the snow was crimson with the tribesmen blood.
But then they were desperate, and they outnumbered the Tropian spears 2 to 1. Even colder temperatures in the wastes had driven them south in multiple raids across Tropian territory against the few farm lands and mines, till King Rygan had no choice but to order Conor's war band out to combat them. The 500 spearmen marched swiftly from Tropan city, heading north to intercept the Logan tribesmen. There was of course suspician over how they passed through Laman land peacefully, but diplomacy meant this had to be ignored. After all, they could not offend a so called 'ally'.
A roar from the tribesmen interrupted Conor's thoughts. Looking down the slope it seemed the tribesmen were preparing another attack.
The last one Conor hoped. Turning to his shield partner to his right, Conor grinned:
"Ready to kill some tribal pigs?"
Tim grinned back, "Damn right!"
The Tropian spears heard the bravado and grinned. Beating their swords upon their shields, they prepared for another attack......
OOC: This is Frozopia in 500 ADish. Frozopia is a country split up into individual states and tribes. Heres the map showing the capital:
http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b345/MasterC_/FrozopiaOldtimes.jpg
Im gonna add more cities, but give me time.
Frozopia is cold, but warmer than it is present day. Only in the tribal lands is it truly cold. In the south there is land to be farmed, and plenty of wealth.
In this RP I want some one to RP maybe a foreign invasion (Saxon style maybe?), or assistance. Or maybe someone wants to represent one of the states or a tribe. Im taking Tropia. Keep the technology with the time. Make any comments or state your interest.