Wall of Steel
Third Day of Elnu-Hamba (Elnu Descendent), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
This is not time for the forging of shield walls, you realize at once. The enemy fights with no concern for their own befouled lives, terror as much their weapon as the great bronze blades they bear. Now of all times is the time for men to show boldness and match spear against shield and sword against accursed arms. Now is the hour... Spearmen to the front, net bearers to the back, you order, as much as your voice can carry in the din of pain and rage and the the dreadful calls of the enemy born still in all too human tongues:
"He is come!"
"Breaker of Kings and Lord of the Land!"
Blood flows freely, theirs and yours, and on this day there is no gentle hand of healing, no Zaia rushing from one warrior to the next to give succor in the midst of the battle, there is only such skill as these days have wrought in you all and such will that might resist the foulness of the Anjo Oru. You see Peter fallen on one knee from a blow to the head that would have been his end but for the helm he wears. You see Jean with his arm all red as his name, hanging limply from his side and bashing a creature in the face.
There are now arrows coming overhead, the foe is too close. Shoulder to shoulder with Tom you herd one of them back as he calls out to his king, or perhaps to the darkness that burrows in his flesh for salvation. Durenal claims an arm and the black spear that had already tasted the death of a dragon sinks under the ribs.
"All is for Him, all the islands! All the World!" the foe screams and the scream become a shriek that echoes in your bones, leeching the life from your limbs not with a roar like fire or a crack like thunder, but with a dreadful silence that seems to engulf all the field of battle.
As you stagger back you see that others are not so lucky as you Jean now lies face down in the dirt and John is staring at a hand twisted and withered such that he cannot bear a sword. Mark had a bit more luck pinning one of the things down and letting it be speared to death by Aubert. Alas the battle is not over, the men of Korman, the thralls to Obari's lies come charging into lines they must hope are disordered. cracked by the hammer blow
They are not, some had fallen in the fight and many more had been wounded, but the terror which they must have hoped would break the hosts of House Torag and of their own fellow Kormani had instead given them the heart to fight on. Nothing is more dangerous than a beast at bay, that much every hunter knows and it is clear that in this fight under the cold fog no quarter is asked or given and with the sea lapping at your heels there is nowhere to run.
There are more of them than there are of you, you realize as you raise a shield against that looks to be a workman's hammer reconsecrated to war, they do not fight with the skill of long experience, but with the zeal and the fury of those assured victory. They shall not have it.
Even the lines of your allies buckle and men rush to fill the gaps, you see the red of Jean's hair again and you are heartened. Someone had gotten to him with healing. On you fight, arms growing tired and numb as you try to find the gaps in the enemy's armor, the places where their shields fall, each of you trampling back and forth over the bodies of the damned. A distant part of you wonders why they had not put the things in the line instead of having them charge over the cliff, but for now there is no time for anything but the dreadful rhythm of war, of trying to gouge the men... and in one case the woman who stood before you.
You would like to say that you hesitated to strike down a woman even for a moment, but your eyes were on the three pronged spear in her hand and little else... foremost in your thoughts was the fact that she would have less leverage... just there. She dies, like the five who had come before her and this time there is no one to replace her. Thus you charge and beside you charges Silver whose sheer armored bulk is enough to for a wedge for the warriors after you. Darun with his hammer follows after you and Tom with his black spear and like the turning of the tides the enemy starts to flee.
Now comes most of the killing, you think with the grim knowledge of everyone who has ever seen a field of battle, but do you dare pursue without knowing that happened at sea or what foes might await you if you follow?
14 Healing potions used
All fellowship soldiers at more than half health
Roland at 27/37 HP
[] Pursue, you have the chance to end a good portion of the enemy's force before they can rally
[] Stand steady, the fog and the broken ground makes it too dangerous. If you could break them once you can break them again
[] Write in
OOC: I did not do round by round for this one since there was a lot of back and forth grinding, shield wall tactics are like that.