Loren vs. Blades war

[General Austin]

 Hey all. Rules of the RP:

No god-moding.

Try to keep to the in-game stuff. If your army was smooshled in-game, then write about it here. I'm taking a few liberties on the beginning part, but that'll be all.

No out-of-character posts, unless it's coupled with an in-character post as well.

Have fun!

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Zenn Fireblade stood on top of a mossy hill overlooking a large city, freshly conquered by his men the day before. He scanned the houses for any sign of resistance. A little, but nothing his men couldn't handle, he assured himself. He sighed contentedly, took a small puff on his cigar, and walked slowly over to his tent. He greeted the guards cordially, nodding his head as he always did. No password was given, no password was needed. Security was lax in Zenn's horde.

Zenn was a mercenary commander, battle-trained and in his prime. The impeccably clean fox wore a new pair of white baggy pantaloons,  a cool-looking pirate-y shirt, and had a small rapier attached to his side. He was an exceptionally handsome warrior, especially considering all of the battles he has been through. Sharp, clearly defined chin and nose, and deep-set blue eyes, like a sparkling blue gem. All in all, he looked just like a dashing pirate. The only problem was, he hated water. That small problem turned him out to land-privateering, and he gathered up a veritable army of followers, ranging from assassins and lardguts, to hardy well-trained warriors. He is now hired by the the clan of Blades, and stationed in southsward to conquer the valuable cities and farmland held by Loren.

 Zenn was part of Attack Group B, and had already conquered the towns of Lithlad, Lewyn, and Gardal. They've also captured a few fortresses along the Larban River. Sadly, this was one of the very few places Blades was making any headway against their mortal enemy, Athel Loren.

Who is Blades and Loren, you ask?

Blades had been a strong clan. It commanded millions of troops, thousands of acres of land, much of it fertile, and it has a strong chain of command; the great Scarwake leading them into every major battle in the past 3 decades. But, sadly, their strength has waned. They still command large armies, and a moderate amount of land, but a series of un-explained deaths in their chain of command, followed by invasions from the eastern countries and a mild famine has taken the clan of Blades to a low point in their history.


Loren, on the other hand, are in the prime of their empire. Held in high esteem by many of the old and revered warlords, they can find an alliance most anywhere they choose. They hold much land, and many troops. But their real strength is in their propaganda. The clan of Loren holds millions of spies and propaganda leaders within their city walls. Looting and feasting whenever they please, spying on anything that moves or lives. Strangely enough, they still command an astounding amount of loyalty from their populace. They are the richest and most popular alliance in all of Redwall. But for how long?

Blades, and a few other disgruntled clans and bedraggled alliances have banded together to overthrow Loren's relatively peaceful reign, and plant a new empire in their midst.  Thus is the story of the Second Loren-Blades War.
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Zenn walked into the tent and sat down in his wicker chair. He took another small puff on his cigar. He looked towards his second-in-command, Zoral. "By Dark Gates, matey, sure is hot out here!" Zoral nodded thoughtfully in agreement. "Aye, so 'tis sir. Cap'n, where we off to next? Looks like those Loren blaggards won't be offerin' any resistance 'round here, sir."

 Zenn agreed. "Aye. Not many Loren outposts around here. But just you wait, lad. Soon this place 'll be a veritable bloodbath, full of dead Loren and Blades troops. I be a thinkin' we should stay here, and start building up this here city in preparation for an attack." He paused and thought a moment. "Zoral, get a messenger and ask for aid from the other Blades divisions. We'll need more supplies if we're to hold this Loren place. Send out patrols, too. And get me a pint of grog, will ye?" Zoral bowed and lifted the flap to go outside. She turned her head and said "Sir, will that be raspberry flavored grog, or will it be chocolate? We gots both, now that yer men have found the city's hidden larders."

Zenn grinned. "Make it chocolate, lad. Chocolate." Zoral nodded quickly and disappeared through the tent flap. Zenn took another puff on his cigar, closed his eyes, and dozed off in the summer afternoon.

[The Voice]

 Dead Eye was a few miles away, sitting on top of a hill, his Dark Blades clan sitting behind him. They were staring down at a massive Loren army. Dead Eye had been given this command by his old friend Scarwake. Now he stared down a massive army. He just hoped they could do some damage. And hope some one came to his aid.

"Today we fight for all of Blades! We fight for the land! We will not fall, we will not give up!" he shouted to his men. "May your swords never break!" he shouted, then charged down the hill at the Loren army, rapier out stretched, to his left a rat holding up a flag with 2 swords behind a skull. He met the first of Loren army head on, slashing and hitting. His rats and stoats dug into the armies, slashing madly. One thing the Loren army was unaware of were his army of leaders, over a million, going around the battle. Dead Eye slashed at two more rats, looking around for a leader of Loren.

(lets try to do this proffessional, and not with the hatred the two clans have towards each other. and any loren member can pretend they are the leader of this army I am fighting, I am planning on loosing anyways.)

[Holby]

 He watched the battle from the safety of the woods only metres away, his hidden army almost fighting to be allowed to fight.
But this was fine sport, watching Dead Eye go his hardest against a quarter of the real forces.
Plcuking an apple, he sat down and watched the entertainment as Dead Eye thrashed and jumped and spun, trying to tear apart his forces.
A show like this didn't happen everyday. Finishing the apple, he waddled deeper into the woods, leaving his remaining weasels to take care of things.
He signalled for a messenger.
"They'll more 'n' likely call for reinforcements, thinking they can get through. Go and tell Devari to get down here- and I'll even fetch him a chair. But he has to bring drink!" And as an afterthought, he added "And make it strawberry grog! No-one but a filthy Blades horde could like chocolate..."

[The Voice]

 Dead Eye knew his forces were out numbered. And he knew Loren had more forces at the same time. But where were they? And where were his blasted leaders!? A practiculary nasty looking weasel came at him, snarling and yelling. Dead Eye spun out of the way, and slashed at the weasel, severing the head from body. Dead Eye say his rats and stoats falling like mad, and Loren was gaining the uptake.

All the sudden Dead Eye heard the cry from his leaders. They ran in, murdering forces, then running out. But they were also dieing. Dead Eye slashed at another 2 weasels. Then he saw it. The sign of Holby was on these creatures. If Holby was here...he was meant to die here. No one had defeated Holby in a long time, he had helped destroy blades last time. Dead Eye called to his captain rat..."Get your rats out of here, first, then as we retreat run in like guerilla style, guarding are backs. We stand no chance!" he yelled, but right then an arrow pierced his captains head. He knew he had failed, but he wouldn't show it to his dieing soldiers. He gathered a group of stoats and rats around him, then started tearing through the Loren horde. They would die trying to win. Dead Eye knew Holby taunted him though.  Holby would not show himself, he would rather watch Dead Eye die. Dead Eye swore and kept slashing, hoping some one would show.

[Lereac]

 Further north, in Mossflower country, another horde was preparing for defense, and for war as well.

Silvaherz watched as rats and stoats, and a few weasels, swarmed into position on the turf-carpeted hills.

"So, Devari wants my aid again, then...  I must say, a war would be fun, though a toll on my troops.  Especially in these times..."

The land was undeveloped, free of buildings, and just full of stoats, weasels, and rats, though mainly rats.

She signalled a messenger over to her.
"Lad!" she called.  "Take this--" she said, scribbling with a quill on a peice of barchpaper "to Devari, leader of the Clan Loren--" to which I formerly belonged, she thought, somewhat guiltily "with all haste."  There had been no need to say that - her messengers were swift, and trained well.  The note read:

Devari,
I cannot help you in this effort now.  There is a certain... dissent stirring up amongst my troops, and my economy is still unstable.  I could not afford to get into a war now.
~Silvaherz

Watching the messenger running hastily southwards, she sighed inwardly.  It was not good, to not aid (betray, nagged an inner voice) an ally, but still, it was the truth.

[The Weasel Liberation Mov]

 "Greetings, Dead Eye," Devari shouted from the top of a nearby hill, "Looking for him?"

Devari was swinging the severed head of a leader in the air. He tossed it towards Dead Eye's hoarde.

"Silly fool insisted on suicide," he continued, "Couldn't get any information out of him. Pretty loyal lot you have, although weak."

"RATS! ATTACKKKKK!!!!!!!" Devari shouted, not leaving Dead Eye time to reply.

"Enjoy your time with them." Devari stated, "Vashna, organize the rest of our commanders. I have a meeting with Holby to attend."

A few minutes later, Devari came to where Holby was watching the battle.

"I brought you your Strawberry Grog," he chuckled, "Hard to get it on such short notice, though."

[The Voice]

 (I feel as if I am dead!!!!!!!!!!)

Dead Eye swore. The two great leaders of Loren..here?! Now all he needed was Wolf Bite, and he would have a party. Dead Eye slashed at another two rats. "Retreat! Get out of here all of you!" he shouted, and saw some of his people get away. But most were trapped. He slashed and stabbed around. He kicked a rat. Then he turned around, trying to retreat. But he was surronded. He saw more of his people escaping. They would live to fight another day. He may...not. He slashed at another two rats, then felt something nail him in the shoulder. An arrow pierced him. He screamed, then slashed down again. Another arrow took him in the chest. He turned around and stabbed at a stoat. He felt a sword heaved into his back. His hand was hit, his blade fell from his hand. He kicked a rat, and grabbed the rats pike. He started swinging it, nothing could touch him, the pike was too long. Then another arrow took him in the knee. He pulled himself up, and knew his time was fading. He circled around, staring into the faces of Loren soldiers. He sighed, preparing to finish it.

(I will wait to see if some one is going to save me, if not I am going to escape and go into hiding, just like I did in game...I am on vacation because I will be gone next week)

[Holby]

 Holby lowered the grog from his lips, and glanced at the figure sitting next to him. "Mighty fine job there, Devari. You must tell me where you purchase this wonderful beverage."
Rising from his seat, he emerged from the forest, and lines of troops parted as he walked towards Dead Eye, addressing him.
"All your base are belong to us."

[wolf bite]

 Wolf Bite spreads some strawberries on some muffins.  Leans against the closest tree in such a way not to bend his tail.  Occasionally some misguided rat runs by and the large wolf just picks then up with one paw and tosses then back to the battlefield while barely taking his mind of his delectable muffins.

[The Voice]

 Dead Eye stared at Holby. Here was a fine creature. One who had offered Dead Eye positions in Loren, who had been kind. And one who was a creature Dead Eye considered a good creature. One he probably would never follow. Dead Eye sunk to his knees. He spat at Holby's feet. "Eat junk..." Dead Eye hit the ground, sensless, his wounds making him faint.  

[General Austin]

 A small patrol of Zenn's marched wearily along the dusty pathway towards Blainforth-on-Wynn, the small town right next to the battle. The patrol was tired from a day's long march, their white cloaks were almost brown from the dirt, and their chainmail and leather armour was full of gritty sand.  Soon, noises of the disastrous battle reached their ears. The leader, Flith Greeneye, lifted his eras wearily to hear what was going on. He quickly recognized the sound. He organized his troops into a more recognizable formation, and force-marched them through the woods towards the sound. The troops drew their swords, and expected the worst.


(OOC: All your base are belong to us? Didn't that come from a Barney movie or something?)

[Holby]

 OOC: My gosh, is junk edible? Think of the food costs we could save!

[The Voice]

 (ooc: I dont know! Just get a medic to heal me!)

EDIT: Dead Eye, remember to add in an I-C post whenever possible. Fainting isn't a good enough excuse! *twops*

(edit: LOL! 2  things. First, WHO EDITED MY POST. ~wierd feeling it was Wolf because of how he posted earlier
and second, whats, an I-C post?)

Edit: was not I without putting my "edit" on it.   Wolf Bite

edit: ok it isnt wolf. Lets keep editing on my one post lol.

EDIT: Yeah. Silly. Wolf Bite never twops.

edit: ok, so I think its time to stop this, though it isnt adding to my post count so it isnt spam..hehe.

[Gen. Volkov]

 ((*Shakes head* And here I was just starting to think I was the weirdest one at RWL... the base belong to us is from an old Japanese video game))

The Great Hound of Ulster, Cuchulain, stood on a hill, several miles from the battle, watching, and every once in awhile recieving reports from his froces closer in on the progress of the battle. He knew Dead Eye was losing, but he had barely the forces to protect himself in this new land. HE and his clan had recently come, colonizing this new place from an area far away where their power was great. His clan was steadily growing stronger, attracting new small warlords who quickly grew stronger, but he knew he was not ready to fight Loren here, but he would someday, having already defeated it back home, he knew its evil must not be allowed to spread.

He watched brave Dead Eye's forces dwindle. He saw his heroic last stand approaching. He could not let such a person die, especially a fox, as he himself was one. He gave quick orders to a few of his leaders, and a small portion of his army slowly moved down the hill, dominated by the stoats he preferred. As Dead Eye fainted they broke into a charge, the string stoats crashing through the Loren army, and moving to surround Dead Eye. One picks him up and they make a fighting retreat back up the hill. Cuchulain, magnificent in his miltary dress, looks down as Dead Eye is dropped in front of him.

"Looks like you got yourself in a right pickle there." He says, laughter in his voice. "Bet you never expected to see me here."

After saying this, he patiently waits for Dead Eye to wake up, and has him taken to the medical tent (or surgeons.. whatever you wanna call it) where his wounds are treated.

[The Voice]

 (ooc: dude, I am a fox. This is RWL based. You cant be on a horse I dont think, and I am knocked out, have 3 arrows in me, and a giant gash in my back...I dont think I can talk to you)