Brothers Had Fallen

[nobody 146]

 

The Daldriads rose from the ashes, freshly coated in their dark battle appearance. It was time to fight alongside their allies. Scimitars strapped by their sides, bows strapped onto their backs, the tribesmen were ready. Their first battle in the new worlds was about to begin. The Mustang closes his eyes, looks up to the skies and raises his scimitars to the air as he gets onto his horse exclaiming;

“Brrotherrs! WE RRIDE!”

 

Following the Mustangs words was a chant so powerful, so mighty it could shift a thousand armies.

“WE RRIDE!”

 

The Daldriads rode to meet their brothers in arms, the Orcs. Many would be lost, everyone knew it, but the Daldriads knew one thing; the Mustang was to be protected with their life. Not only the Drel’Khamen, but the whole tribe must protect their leader. They got off their horses and sneaked into the depths of the forest in an attempt to flank the Dwarves as they approach the Orcish fort. Silence was key, movement was to be reduced to nothing.

'Silence as they hide'

 

The Dwarvish chants were approaching. A prayer was offered by the Drel’Ulicithr ready to fight. He closed his eyes as the chants got ever closer muttering words as he asked the Great Spirit for a final blessing. His eyes remained closed until the last second, chants getting closer until the Mustang exclaimed for a final time “BRRRROOOOTHERRS! WE RRRRIIIDE!”.

 

'They are approaching..'

 

The Daldriadic chants overpowered the Dwarvish chant as the two forces clashed, scimitar meeting Dwarvish warhammers and axes. Many tribesmen fell, as did Dwarves and the Mustang started to retreat, followed by those who remained, to join the Orcish forces. 

The battle raged on for many hours, many were lost and by the end, the only remaining Daldriad was the Drel’Ulicthr Kiowa’Setimika. The Great Spirit may have blessed only him, not the rest of his tribe. But, this ‘blessing’ did not last for long as the walls were breached and Dwarves flooded into the Orcish fort. Heads were sliced clean off, arrows pierced hearts, and Kiowa’Setimika was no different. The battle was lost. The Dwarves had won. Brothers had fallen...

[Meanking 311]

((Have to say, you guys made the battle so much more badass yesterday, freaking intimidating skins!))

[nobody 146]

((Have to say, you guys made the battle so much more badass yesterday, freaking intimidating skins!))

 

((Thanks bud!))