The humble beginnings of his new community were spiraling upwards for Mathias' people. As laborers and traders from his friends from Argost arrived and did their deeds. It seemed profitable to have his gates open to anyone who wished to help each other out. From a glance, it looked as if all groups had a common goal of prosperity and peace to settle since their shift of continents from War-torn Hadar, to Essalonia's frontier.
All groups except for one..
"Hold up!" One of the more violent men called out, brandishing a dagger at his side. "What did you say?"
"By Chet. Don't you have ears? You follow a man based solely on his surname.." He snapped back. "I don't get how anyone could worship someone based on his or her last name. Now his father was an honest man, his heir doesn't have the kn-"
The Senator bellowed out as he got cut off by a sucker punch to his jaw, crumpling to the ground with a dazed and confused look across his face. The group surrounding him piled on and started drilling their feet into his defeated body as he weakly brought his hands up to protect himself against his attackers. The courtyard started filling with guards wielding cudgels and man-catchers, seizing ruffians left and right to defend their kin and break up the commotion.
"Aye, I'm in here!" Mathias called out, emerging out of the room he was hauled up in. "What seems to be the matter? You look flushed."
"It's those damned Monarchs. They've beaten Chateaudun just outside the barracks, near the gates at the courtyard for no proper reason."
"Did they? I've heard something outside and never thought anything of it considering we were supposed to be helping each other out.." The commander's tone lowered, shifting his way to the barracks exit. "Tell me more and follow me. No way are we letting this slide."
'Like hell I'm gonna allow these crowned idiots believe they're A-ok to attack the people. Especially a friend, over his speech! We've revolted to be free of their evil and seemed to be stable after that... They better not get any ideas..
Unfortunately today it seemed that their neutrality might as well come to an end. Mathias tallied over his options as he made his way out of the barracks front door and towards the courtyard.
A man was forced out of the group, tripping over his garb for a moment before straightening himself back up. His eyes darted towards the advancing stranger, widening as a gloved fist flew towards him, connecting with the peak of his nose. He'd collapse to the dirt with a yell as the group behind him stirred for his fallen comrade. The surrounding guards shoved them back together in containment as they'd calm down in anticipation for what was to be said..
"So.. You jump Mauricio for what reason... Hm?" Terro kneeled in front of the soldier, glancing down at him for a reply.
"He was mocking our great leader!" He seethed with a cough. "We don't take kindly to that" The man brought his sleeve up to his bloodied nose with furrowed brows.
"Instead of... Speaking to me or anyone else you rather prefer to be violent and openly suppress his free will. You have the choice to do that at your own home but we've strived to be free and we'll damn well do it over if we ought to." He'd hesitate for a moment before darting around at the disorder that was made. "You men are from Insani correct?" He'd slip his glove off, fumbling with his religious bangle.
"That's exactly right. Our Lord won't appreciate your lack of hospitality to their allies you halfbred bastard, Jacobin litt-"
The man's voice fell faint as the commander's gloveless hand buried his cross into his throat. His eyelids trembled as blood spewed out onto his own clothes. He weakly attempted to grasp his attackers arm in retaliation, only for it to be pushed back down with ease. Mathias pulled his blade out as he wiped it off on his victim's shoulder and went to snap it back into position, standing up to face the crowd. The city's guards drew their weapons, brandishing them upon the now frenzied group as a small handful managed to slip out through their grasp and back out of the gate.
"Kill them," Terro called out to his men. "We'll never let them stand on us and act high and mighty... Especially when they're bearing.." He'd kick the man's weapon to the side, astounded on how cheaply made it was as it rattled to the ground. "Farm equipment.."
Like bloodhounds let loose on a boar, his soldiers let all their anger out at the levies. Although they were massively outnumbered. Their ability was unmatched to the poorly equipped opponents as they littered the ground with their bodies. A duo rushed towards the Commander during the scuffle only for him to swiftly grab one of the downed levies spears while sidestepping them. He'd hold the primitive weapon out as they'd tumble over it and into the attacks of another Knight.
The tone of a war horn being blown brought them all out of their rage induced stupor to snap their heads back at their leader who casually tossed the spear into the back of one of the assailants.
"Well. Let's go out and meet them.." He'd puff out as a squire called out to them with a string of readied horses following him.
The scouts glanced at one another, putting on their helmets in unison. Their armor was too dense to get away quick enough as they turned to face the inexperienced horde, preferring to go down protecting their peoples escape then go down with their backs turned.
The force of the crowd's charge was direct and unmerciful, the patrollers swung their swords with expertise, slicing down pairs of levies with singular cuts. Unfortunately, they were encircled and piled upon as daggers and pitchforks found their way around their armors grooves, searing their way into their flesh. They'd fall into their attackers arms, shrieking and thrashing in pain as they were thrown towards the back of the group as a few in the mob cheered, continuing to push their knives and spears into their collapsing bodies. "More weapons!" One hollered as another one's maw widened "They're wearing 'em big lookin' helmets! We're invincible now!"
As the guardians emerged from the gate a modest branch of their opponents broke off, clearing off with the bodies. "Gods, they're vultures!" A Knight cried. The shakiness of his voice caught the attention of his Leader.
"I understand you want to run in after them but you have to think of us soldier, you're more useful to us breathing then you are dead.." He'd examine the situation over for a moment, pursing his lips as the result looked grim. He'd glimpse back at his somewhat frightened men as he'd give them a reassuring laugh "And your mistresses of course.." Terro added as they've proceeded to put on their great helmets, followed by a few applauses.He'd rally his voice, pointing his blade in the direction of their attackers. "We've fought them once in Hadar and we'll fight em again! Let's move!" The Commander ignited his horse off in a frontward sprint with his Knights, the vibrations of hooves and rallying cries trailing after him.
Out of the corner of Mathias' eye, he recognized a group of his nations armored cavalrymen coming back from a scouting run. They'd communicate to one another as they'd break off of the nearby road and towards the engagement, noticing they were behind the enemies lines.
Terro's breathing intensified as panic shot into his gut. The whites of the enemies eyes pierced through the helmet and into his. He stalled his advance ever so slightly to keep pace with his lanced men, bracing himself for the destructive impact of that of a cavalry charge against a line of grunts.
The impact came sharply and deafening as the snaps of lances and roaring of horses collided with ringing yells of the men on the ground. Mathias' eyes opened as he came back down from his bracing to the field below him as his mount stomped against men who were attempting to swing their weapons through his beasts armor. He'd vociferate with a tremble running through his bones as the fear burned into wrath, the wrath that both he and his men felt with each sway of their weapons as they split off towards their prey. Unmounted guards from the city quickly drowned in after the Cavaliers and started swinging their weapons at remnants of the initial onslaught that the cavalry missed.
The attackers pounced upon the knights, tearing them off their mounts and into the mess of troops below where they got trampled on. Luckily though Terro's men held firm and continued chopping on through their assailants. The occasional horse would've been cut down from its legs as its whine pierced the air, tumbling on top of their aggressors. The flanking group and Mathias' men accomplished to connect while they urged each other on to split the enemy horde apart.
The masses hollered out in glee as they started on their retreat, knowing that they'd be thinned out quickly if they remained divided. They hauled the small number of Knights they've succeeded to slay off like wolves dragging a deer to their den. The drained defense started getting back together for another assault as their leader rushed ahead to lead it. "On me!" He'd raise his blade, panting out as he peering over his inured knights. "Alright. Let's get g-".
"Wait!" A voice coughed, stumbling from behind the soldiers as they turned to face him.
"Terr-.. Ah Chet who cares" He'd complain "Julio.." Mauricio stared up at Mathias with a scowl across his face, an entourage of alert guards accompanying after him. "Let them go. Chet... why'd you have to pick up your blade for me.."
Terro heaved as he leaned over on his mount, slipping his helmet off as he'd let it drift to the sand. "By Chet, I never did it just for you Mauricio.. I would've done it for a damned tavern wench.. Anyone that attempts to do what they've done this evening is no ally of our land.." He'd preach exhaustingly, driving his hand out behind him and out to the field of fleeing blue bloods. "Especially them!" He'd rest as he'd let his palms slump back down to his sides, his knights behind him relaxed as they sheathed their weapons as one of them stabbed their flagged lance into the earth below next to his commanders helmet. Marking the first and hopefully last large scale battle Essalonia will ever have to go through. "Now if you'd like to come with us.. I think we need a drink.. You'll be needing it considering the Senate's response in the morning.." The men cheered to one another giving their fellow compatriots pats on the back as they headed home. The flag of blue and gold waved proudly as its cross glimmered off the desert sun like a beacon. A beacon representing liberty, for all to see, and for all to leave free.
TLDR: a few days ago Insani killed one of my members and took his god shit and occupied my fac for a bit so I 1v418039281'd them and ram ranched them as they continued to flaunt their new ezpz god gear, i got a nutty k/d so i have bragging rights ay
/msg subscriptshark for more info
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