Gopania
11-04-2007, 01:33
Were was god, the Villagers thought to themselves, when the Demons came and took all the women? The freshbornes and the strong, Demonic forces were at work in this village on the Frontière de diables of the great Gopan Empire.
Darkness ruled the skies and for only seconds a day the village saw light from the holy Sun, blessed by god for these few seconds they saw their hideous wart ridden forms, the stench ridden village and piles of midden which were strewn across the streets and crooked houses.
It had been many a month since the grace of god had blessed these streets, and many a month more since the armies of the Chasseur de Sorcière had marched through them.
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Commander Salamis could feel the resentment towards god that these people felt, this would not do, he had truly been busy rallying reinforcments to the retinue he carried but now another trouble for the empire could be extinguished, looking up from the village and examining the mountainside he saw the castle of Count Corvinus, looking back at his retinue of hunters and holy men he formulated his plans.
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There was a shrill scream which awoke the villagers, some noticing immediatly the sunlight which bristled though the forest, looking out their windows they saw the battle taking place on the hillside.
Gunshots were ripping through the circle that Salamis had formed with his men, shotguns blasted through the Harpies tearing them from the skies and incapacitating them momentarily, most of the gunshots were being focused on the advancing Vampyr army, 100 men at least, compared to Salamis' 20.
God would not surrender these people so easily and Salamis would not either, he grimaced as he glanced at Count Corvinus' forces, "Reformez la ligne!" Salamis shouted and in an instant the trained hunters were holding in a thick line facing down the Vampyrs, with the Harpies all but immobilised Salamis felt confident in the reformation of his retinue.
Two of the Damned carriages carrying Vampyrs bounced over a rocky outcropping and smashed onto the ground, the crew leapt out with their fearsome ability to float, the line ripped open with a hundred shots, the crossed bullets burning through the frail bodies of the Vampyrs and condeming them back to hell.
Salamis braced himself for the next line which ran into combat almost instantly after the carriages, the shotguns sang out once again, the fog caused by the first line hindered this second volley, and the slimming of ammunition by the Harpies and by the Carriages had caused many to switch to their pistols, Salamis himself was firing off shots into the fog of war hoping to hit the damned.
He was knocked flat on his arse by a vampyr who came floating through the line, Salamis regrouped and smacked the Vampyr across the jaw with his knuckle dusters, "De nouveau à l'enfer avec vous!" His pistol clacked on the prone target signifying the 6 empty chambers of the pistol, Salamis rolled towards a loose stick, it was not holy but still his swing across the Vampyrs head knocked the demon to the ground, Salamis took out his handcuffs and placed them onto the demon until he had a better weapon.
The fog had cleared somewhat and Salamis could see the retreating Vampyric army, he held an arm up shining light off a mirror in his hand, "Azanavour! Maintenant Azanavour!!!" Without a seconds notice the two cannons atop the hill burst into life launching a barrage of fire onto the land in front of the enemy army, realising doon from either side the demons fled into the caves and hills of Diblous.
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There it was, the cheer of the large crowd, even the Imperial Witch-hunter army could not believe the very size of the audience who had turned up from this small village, no doubt others from closeby villages had heard the news, but then even larger than the crowd was the participents of the even they were watching.
Strung up like the animals they were, Harpies, female foot-soldiers of the underworld, they were easy to capture, harder to kill, it seemed that only the cleansing fires of God or the waters blessed by the heavens would harm them, this was why Commander Salamis had order his men construct the 400 stakes which dotted the horizon, the forest had been stripped for this.
The Harpies were not the only spoils of the battle, the soldiers had managed to pin down 40 Vampyrs before the rest had fled back to the ancient caves and hellish citadels, including Count Corvinus who had led this army of the damned, they had been placed in a pen and forced to watch the death of their sisters.
Salamis raised a hand and the crowd silenced slowly, "Bon nombre d'entre vous avaient assumé Dieu pour avoir abandonné ces terres, puits ne considèrent pas plus ! Pour celui est les mots de ces démons fétides et je n'en entendrai aucune de lui ! Laissez lui soyez connu au monde que le congé de willl de diable cet endroit !" He spat on the muddy ground and thrust a lit torch from its stake before tossing it onto the pire closest, the fire spread as did the screams of the women, Salamis performed the cross upon himself and begged that god would judge these demons as they are.
(OOC: an Intro, please don't hurt me.)
Darkness ruled the skies and for only seconds a day the village saw light from the holy Sun, blessed by god for these few seconds they saw their hideous wart ridden forms, the stench ridden village and piles of midden which were strewn across the streets and crooked houses.
It had been many a month since the grace of god had blessed these streets, and many a month more since the armies of the Chasseur de Sorcière had marched through them.
****
Commander Salamis could feel the resentment towards god that these people felt, this would not do, he had truly been busy rallying reinforcments to the retinue he carried but now another trouble for the empire could be extinguished, looking up from the village and examining the mountainside he saw the castle of Count Corvinus, looking back at his retinue of hunters and holy men he formulated his plans.
****
There was a shrill scream which awoke the villagers, some noticing immediatly the sunlight which bristled though the forest, looking out their windows they saw the battle taking place on the hillside.
Gunshots were ripping through the circle that Salamis had formed with his men, shotguns blasted through the Harpies tearing them from the skies and incapacitating them momentarily, most of the gunshots were being focused on the advancing Vampyr army, 100 men at least, compared to Salamis' 20.
God would not surrender these people so easily and Salamis would not either, he grimaced as he glanced at Count Corvinus' forces, "Reformez la ligne!" Salamis shouted and in an instant the trained hunters were holding in a thick line facing down the Vampyrs, with the Harpies all but immobilised Salamis felt confident in the reformation of his retinue.
Two of the Damned carriages carrying Vampyrs bounced over a rocky outcropping and smashed onto the ground, the crew leapt out with their fearsome ability to float, the line ripped open with a hundred shots, the crossed bullets burning through the frail bodies of the Vampyrs and condeming them back to hell.
Salamis braced himself for the next line which ran into combat almost instantly after the carriages, the shotguns sang out once again, the fog caused by the first line hindered this second volley, and the slimming of ammunition by the Harpies and by the Carriages had caused many to switch to their pistols, Salamis himself was firing off shots into the fog of war hoping to hit the damned.
He was knocked flat on his arse by a vampyr who came floating through the line, Salamis regrouped and smacked the Vampyr across the jaw with his knuckle dusters, "De nouveau à l'enfer avec vous!" His pistol clacked on the prone target signifying the 6 empty chambers of the pistol, Salamis rolled towards a loose stick, it was not holy but still his swing across the Vampyrs head knocked the demon to the ground, Salamis took out his handcuffs and placed them onto the demon until he had a better weapon.
The fog had cleared somewhat and Salamis could see the retreating Vampyric army, he held an arm up shining light off a mirror in his hand, "Azanavour! Maintenant Azanavour!!!" Without a seconds notice the two cannons atop the hill burst into life launching a barrage of fire onto the land in front of the enemy army, realising doon from either side the demons fled into the caves and hills of Diblous.
****
There it was, the cheer of the large crowd, even the Imperial Witch-hunter army could not believe the very size of the audience who had turned up from this small village, no doubt others from closeby villages had heard the news, but then even larger than the crowd was the participents of the even they were watching.
Strung up like the animals they were, Harpies, female foot-soldiers of the underworld, they were easy to capture, harder to kill, it seemed that only the cleansing fires of God or the waters blessed by the heavens would harm them, this was why Commander Salamis had order his men construct the 400 stakes which dotted the horizon, the forest had been stripped for this.
The Harpies were not the only spoils of the battle, the soldiers had managed to pin down 40 Vampyrs before the rest had fled back to the ancient caves and hellish citadels, including Count Corvinus who had led this army of the damned, they had been placed in a pen and forced to watch the death of their sisters.
Salamis raised a hand and the crowd silenced slowly, "Bon nombre d'entre vous avaient assumé Dieu pour avoir abandonné ces terres, puits ne considèrent pas plus ! Pour celui est les mots de ces démons fétides et je n'en entendrai aucune de lui ! Laissez lui soyez connu au monde que le congé de willl de diable cet endroit !" He spat on the muddy ground and thrust a lit torch from its stake before tossing it onto the pire closest, the fire spread as did the screams of the women, Salamis performed the cross upon himself and begged that god would judge these demons as they are.
(OOC: an Intro, please don't hurt me.)