The Macabees
10-12-2005, 00:54
Aldric crouced sniffing the air, and his eyes squinted through the trees that covered southern Lithuania. Although it was rather cold, the grey coat that hung over his shoulders and slung around the back kept him warm, as well as the simply huge muscles that covered his arm. Across his back a steel sword swung sheated, and a knife silently stood motionless in a sheat tied to his leg. Growling he pointed towards a bleak area through the leaves and barked, "There!" The soldiers around him took a look and another man that seemed of high rank retorted, "That is just the smell of dead." Aldric shook his head and looked around. Dozens of slaughtered bodies lay frozen, the dreaded smell of rot portruding from their cut open carcasses. A slaughter. But it deserved them right, for the villages of Prussia and Gotland had refused to surrender to the might that was Aldric, new Prince of the Germans.
Aldrid kept shaking his head and replied, "No, these are live ones." He sniffed once more and pointed a group of soldiers, barking, "Move!" They did as they were told and slowly moved through the trees, keeping a low profile and slightly camoflaughed with the foliage around them - they were Germans, they were born for war. Aldrid had been right, they soon noticed; there was a clump of defenders still alive that had been isolated by the trees from the main battle. Quickly Aldric's men, the Prussians as they called themselves, struck, slaughtering them where they stood. One by one these pockets would be smashed and soon enough Aldric's entire Prussian army would be taking one city at a time, razing villages and towns as he went. Prussia, Lithuania, Estonia and Latvia would reunited under his jackboot and from there a new German entity would arise; one to shake the foundations of whatever dared oppose them.
He stood again, taking one last glance at the carnage around him and then he set off running. The others followed him, trying to keep up with his pace, and they did. Soon enough they broke into a clearing and everything came into perspective. Hundreds of dead bodies littered the ground and Prussian soldiers stood in clumps, weary of their victory, although rather Pyrrhic. For a victory and for a region three hundred of Aldric's best men had died; but thousands of his enemies' had been cut down where they stood marking one of the single greatest victories for Prussian dominance over the area. One of his captains approached him and greeted, "Allo King of Kings, we have won a great victory for you."
Aldric nodded and replied, "Yes, I can see that. Congratulations one making Prussia again the superior force. You will be rewarded with a grand feast in your honor great captain!" He let out a booming laugh which was followed closely by the men around him.
The other man's face lifted but he was still solemn, "The defeated have sent no words of surrender yet. What if they don't?"
Aldric chuckeled, "Then we'll do what we always do. Kill them."
The captain nodded and gave his last words and then turned around to go reorganize the surviving men. They would see battle soon once again. For now, they would have to march west and reunite western Prussia while another great captain march north to unite what would one day be known as the Teutonic lands. Quickly, the great force of Northern Europe formulated...
OOC: Cheap post, but I needed to get one up.
Aldrid kept shaking his head and replied, "No, these are live ones." He sniffed once more and pointed a group of soldiers, barking, "Move!" They did as they were told and slowly moved through the trees, keeping a low profile and slightly camoflaughed with the foliage around them - they were Germans, they were born for war. Aldrid had been right, they soon noticed; there was a clump of defenders still alive that had been isolated by the trees from the main battle. Quickly Aldric's men, the Prussians as they called themselves, struck, slaughtering them where they stood. One by one these pockets would be smashed and soon enough Aldric's entire Prussian army would be taking one city at a time, razing villages and towns as he went. Prussia, Lithuania, Estonia and Latvia would reunited under his jackboot and from there a new German entity would arise; one to shake the foundations of whatever dared oppose them.
He stood again, taking one last glance at the carnage around him and then he set off running. The others followed him, trying to keep up with his pace, and they did. Soon enough they broke into a clearing and everything came into perspective. Hundreds of dead bodies littered the ground and Prussian soldiers stood in clumps, weary of their victory, although rather Pyrrhic. For a victory and for a region three hundred of Aldric's best men had died; but thousands of his enemies' had been cut down where they stood marking one of the single greatest victories for Prussian dominance over the area. One of his captains approached him and greeted, "Allo King of Kings, we have won a great victory for you."
Aldric nodded and replied, "Yes, I can see that. Congratulations one making Prussia again the superior force. You will be rewarded with a grand feast in your honor great captain!" He let out a booming laugh which was followed closely by the men around him.
The other man's face lifted but he was still solemn, "The defeated have sent no words of surrender yet. What if they don't?"
Aldric chuckeled, "Then we'll do what we always do. Kill them."
The captain nodded and gave his last words and then turned around to go reorganize the surviving men. They would see battle soon once again. For now, they would have to march west and reunite western Prussia while another great captain march north to unite what would one day be known as the Teutonic lands. Quickly, the great force of Northern Europe formulated...
OOC: Cheap post, but I needed to get one up.