Drexel Hillsville
18-06-2006, 22:14
OOC: I am now starting to RP the PT Drexel Hillsville. This is fairly Irish...
IC:
Impire (emperor) Crowley stood behind the marble podium that had been carved for this occassion. "Today I stand before you, not as a leader, but as one of you," He told his people. They cheered in response. "Today I preach not war, but unity! Unity of our gods and our people. Our clans today join to become, the Impireacht cara Ceilteach (Empie of Celts). No more shall there be bickering between family clans. Today, we go out into the world to bring it into us!" More cheers erupted from the crowd as crown of jade and emerald was placed on their Impire's head.
He quickly walked off the stage. He was being escorted by hand picked, heavily armored soldiers. They were the Kinghts Inferno, the elite forces who stood by the Impires through out their life time. They all carried the trademark of the Infernos, a Rantle (http://img151.imageshack.us/my.php?image=weapon6by.png).
Thousands of ships were anchored in the Gaelic Gulf. Few had cannons, the rest were armed with heavy balistas. Aboard each ship were twenty-five archers. They were ready to launch flaming arrows at enemy ships in battle or, in case of dire emergency, scuttle their ships. Accopmaneing them were fifty warriors ready for hand to hand combat. A number of the ships carried fifty Knights Infreno, while others carried up to twenty five Knights Desolate along with their steeds.
A small ship sailed from the capital to the flagship, the heads of both orders of knights were aboard. Mattew and Teresa Crowley each boarded the flagship. Their armor, weapons, and in Teresa's case steed, were already aboard. The invasion force was ready.
Two thousand ships set sail. One hundred fifty thousand troops were on their way to hostile shores. Forty thousand archers, five thousand Infernos, five thousand Desolates, twenty thousand workmen and crews, thirty thousand spearmen, and fifty thousand swordsmen awaited battle.
IC:
Impire (emperor) Crowley stood behind the marble podium that had been carved for this occassion. "Today I stand before you, not as a leader, but as one of you," He told his people. They cheered in response. "Today I preach not war, but unity! Unity of our gods and our people. Our clans today join to become, the Impireacht cara Ceilteach (Empie of Celts). No more shall there be bickering between family clans. Today, we go out into the world to bring it into us!" More cheers erupted from the crowd as crown of jade and emerald was placed on their Impire's head.
He quickly walked off the stage. He was being escorted by hand picked, heavily armored soldiers. They were the Kinghts Inferno, the elite forces who stood by the Impires through out their life time. They all carried the trademark of the Infernos, a Rantle (http://img151.imageshack.us/my.php?image=weapon6by.png).
Thousands of ships were anchored in the Gaelic Gulf. Few had cannons, the rest were armed with heavy balistas. Aboard each ship were twenty-five archers. They were ready to launch flaming arrows at enemy ships in battle or, in case of dire emergency, scuttle their ships. Accopmaneing them were fifty warriors ready for hand to hand combat. A number of the ships carried fifty Knights Infreno, while others carried up to twenty five Knights Desolate along with their steeds.
A small ship sailed from the capital to the flagship, the heads of both orders of knights were aboard. Mattew and Teresa Crowley each boarded the flagship. Their armor, weapons, and in Teresa's case steed, were already aboard. The invasion force was ready.
Two thousand ships set sail. One hundred fifty thousand troops were on their way to hostile shores. Forty thousand archers, five thousand Infernos, five thousand Desolates, twenty thousand workmen and crews, thirty thousand spearmen, and fifty thousand swordsmen awaited battle.