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Author: Theo |
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Date Posted: 16:37:54 01/15/05 Sat A great army like none known before marches up and begins to surround the castle walls. Armor and weapons creating a little clatter for as big as it was. row after row of men turning in unison to face the castle before them. the image of a corn field coming to mind when they were looked at from above. standing at wait for the general or commanders orders. faces bright with an excited energy that spread like wild fire amount the ranks. Weapons held at ready and bodies tensed yet relaxed in wait. spearmen, swordsmen, archers, calvery.. alike standing now in a silence that one would not think a group as big could still maintain. horses just as still not a clink of tack within the masses.. the horses having no need for tack. a sea of ebon armor flickering with crimson red from the dragon symbols upon the backs of their cloaks and the breeze that caught them bring the dragons to view. catapults, ballista, covered ladders and battering rams set up and ready for the signal. Theo a stride a ebon demon at the front along side his advisor and military leaders, shifts glancing over the gathering behind him, pools swaying over to one side and over the men as far as he could see before turning the other direction to do the same. a hand resting upon his enchanted sword as his glance finial returns back to watching the gates of Rome. ebon cloak cascading upon his steeds sides and rump in a rich drape. featureless helm resting upon his head exposing only burning, flaming blue pools. light weigh armor covering his horses chest and shoulders as well as rump and flanks, the standard equine armor his whole army was equipped with. the sky slowly clouding over the looks of rain on the way, whether Theo's doing or not was hard to tell. the hand about his sword bring it forth though he did not raise it for the signal to attack just yet... silent moments lingering on the Romans having little place or time to go any where. sword raising slowly as his horse rears forward without actually moving ready to rush forward at the Generals own actions. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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