Loren vs. Blades war

[Gen. Volkov]

 ((Which I believe I mentioned in my post... something about I can't let a fox die... I'll change the horse bit, and I realize you are unconcious.. they were more rhetorical questions))

[General Austin]

 Flith's men reached the edge of the woods. The stoat commander noticed that these troops were no ordinary bandits. They were Aniron Undomiel's troops. He could just barely make out the markings on the flag nearest him. Apparently, Flith and his rats were rigth next to the famed Irish Stoat Battalion. Flith backed into the woods slowly, and looked about nervously, hoping that somewhere on the field there was a Blades force. He saw some kind of great Blades leader being rescued from a fight, and being hauled up to a tall hill just west of him. He and his band walked stealthily towards the new army, hoping they were not seen by the Irish Stoats.

[The Weasel Liberation Mov]

 (OOC: Post coming...)

"GARGH!" Devari shouted, obviously peeved by the escape of Dead Eye, "Grulug! Come here! Fetch Vashna. We go forth to recapture our enemy!"

[Holby]

 "Not a nice fella, that Volkov," muttered Holby as he wiped the dust caused from the charging troops off his clothing. "Dead Eye was positively pleased to be a prisoner 'n' all, I was gonna let him rest on the nice ground and eat my vittles. Bah"
He glanced at the ground, bodies everywhere. "Didn't even clean up his mess."
A shout from the Second-in-Command came from the woods.
"Oi! Can we come out now? You told us not to remove ourselves under any circumstances."
Holby sighed. "Yes, I know. But this was bigger than a circumstance."
"Eh?"
"Just get everyone ready to go, we're moving out." Holby broke from the conversation then, and gazed at the direction Dead Eye was carried off.
"Sir."
"Oh, what now?" He turned around angrily.
"You have to make a speech before a battle like this one."
He coughed. "Ahh, right."
"Hey, over here, the commander is going to motivate you all!"
The troops groaned and kicked the dirt, but slowly they gathered around.
"Fair go, he's been practicing!"

Holby raised his arms, grabbed a sword, and spoke.
"Ahem. Sons of Loren, of Appren, My Brothers.
I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the Courage of troops fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.
An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of troops comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day, we Fight!
By all that you hold dear on this good earth I bid you stand Troops of Loren!

A leader whispered "He's getting better at this, you know."  

[Nohcnonk]

 The famous Commander Nohc, known for his honor and generosity( :lol:), sat in his castle, waiting for his workers and leaders to create more food and cash.  They had made much, enough food and drink to last them many years, and were wealthy enough to hire all of the mercenaries in the area, massing a huge army of troops.  Of course, Nohc would have to wait for the right time to strike.  He  sat back in his chair,  trying to relax.  A war was going on between Loren and Blades, both of which had many allies, and both of which were very powerful.  Loren was known as the most powerful alliance.  The legendary Holby and Wolf Bite, along with many other strong empires were in Loren.  Nohc had already chosen his position on the war, and both sides would know it soon.

[The Voice]

 Dead Eye opened his eyes just to see a face of a female rat. He jumped up, putting his hand next to where his sword should be, only to remember that it was knocked out of his hands. All the sudden pain burst all over his body. He looked at his chest and stomache to see bandages. His knee felt no pain, but the gash across his back soared with it. He laid back down.

"Volkov....Generel Volkov. Leader of WOOF, here? He saved me?" he asked the rattess nurse.

"Yes captain, he speed in and risked his troops for you. You should rest you know..." she spoke with a harsh voice.

Dead Eye thought. WOOF had said they would not help in this war, much to Dead Eye's anger. Volkov was smart, had been an ally of Blades...but was unwilling to come to Blade's aid this time. Dead Eye and Volkov's last discussion had ended in Dead Eye being escorted out of Volkov's sight by a armed group of heavy guards.

Dead Eye fell in and out of sleep, pain increasing and decreasing. Finally, he awoke with little pain. He sat up, felt the ground, and got up, but his knee crumbled under the weight and he fell. He tried again, this time to his joy as he stood up. He walked out of big tent into the middle of a war camp. Big rats walked past in single file. Dead Eye walked over to the big looking tent in the center of the camp. Volkov.

He limped in with all the pride he could muster to see Volkov at a seat with a few rats about him. "Generel sir!" he said, and could see he startled the generel. "Cut the chit-chat formalities. Where are what little of my men I had left? Where am I? Have you gotten any word from Generel Austin or any Blades members? Where is Loren's army?" he spat out the questions, knowing Volkov would be displeased with this ruddness. But Dead Eye didn't have time. He had a war to continue.  

[Gen. Volkov]

 ((First off I must applaud Holby for using that line from LOTR... it was very appropriate secondly.. I must ask you Dead Eye, to spell it General if you insist on using that to talk about me.... OK thats all))

Volkov looks up, and gazes at Dead Eye.
"I must tell you, few were left, I saved what I could, they are in the medic tent if you wish to see them, to answer your other questions, you are in my camp, on top of a hill, and we are about to be attacked by Holby."
He smiles grimly.
"I have yet to recieve word from anyone in Blades, though my scouts report an army bearing General Austin's flag coming this way. As you can probably guess, Loren's army is right on our doorstep, and I am preparing a defense."
He points outside, to were his few weasels are busily erecting fieldworks.
"I wish I had brought a larger force with me, and they are marching from my empire, but I doubt they will get here in time."
Volkov then goes back to his planning, his field commander Cuchulain comes up to Dead Eye.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with? Gen. Volkov is very busy and has delegated me to do what I can for you, I do suggest you rest while you can, the battle will start soon enough, and then I fear we will be pulled into this war as a whole, something our General is trying desperately to avoid at this moment, he knows we simply aren't strong enough."

((I apologize Dead Eye, if I have made you mad by rescuing you here, I was more into RP.. AUs has explained that this should generally follow game events.. and yet.. it does mirror the game a bit.. Woof may yet be drawn into this war.. if I can get strong enough fast enough, I do wish to help))

[Holby]

 OOC: Right, it's Valentine's Day. Not going to turn this into a romantic affair, BUT... Girls! Where are ya? Was so looking forward to dishing out Casablanca quotes left, right, and centre! Ah well...
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You're doing fine, Volkov. At least so it looks to me, just starting to get exciting.

-EDIT- Maybe you'd like to pass this onto Beatles, Vera. B)

BIC:
Holby stepped with large paces up the hill Volkov had disappeared down, his army behind him. The older ones were falling behind slightly, but all had spirit enough to continue.
Reaching the peak, Volkov's army was visible on slightly higher ground a half a mile away.
Holby turned to a nearby messenger, signalled to two strong looking rats to come over, and addressed them.
"We'll lose a lot taking this hill, mightn't have enough. I want mercenaries at a good price, but half of that gold back. Twenty million should swing it. Can you manage?"
"Yes, sir." They cried simultaenously, and dashed back in the direction of the woods.
Holby rubbed his hands together, and signalled for the leaders to prepare their men.
The messenger, the pair of rats, and the gold unexpectedly returned within minutes of departing.
"Sir, how do we find the mercenaries?"
Holby rolled his eyes. "Turn left at Greenland".

As Holby's army approached, Volkov's troops quickly became prepared, getting themselves ready for battle. Stamping, shouting, and intimidating, they were a fearful sight.

Holby made a clear, commanding remark to settle his force.
"If the troops in the cheaper ranks would claps their hands, and the rest of you just rattle in your boots."

[Juska]

 Juska sat on and old rotten throne in a castle that had seen better days, the hordes of Loren had pillaged and burned what used to be his empire. All that was left of his army were his high ranking leaders. He knew not what his allies or enemies were doing all he cared about was his own good. He sent out his leaders to an enemy empire eager to increase his fortune. Sir said a leader," We've got a good load here we could use some help" Juska, "send out the skiffs whats left of them". Nice haul you got here Jangna, but what of the other missions I sent you on? Jangna lowered her eyes as she related to him what happened" We tried retreving information from every empire, but they were too strong". Argh!! Juska kicked his newly taken golden goblet at the stupid leader. His horde had crumbled, but at least Loren could not reach him in his current location....

[Holby]

 The messenger, the two rats, and the treasure chest of gold moved together towards the woods.
"Greenland, Greenland. Where's Greenland?"
"Oh, shut up ya fool."
The leading rat bumped into the messenger in front.
"Oof!" And with that, the box fell. And so did the gold. Unfortunately, in different directions, leaving gold pieces hiding between leaves and twigs.
"What'd you have to go and stop like that for, eh?" Complained the rat. "Look what you made me do."
The messenger still hadn't moved, his mouth was open, gaping at the beast in front of him.
"At least talk to me!" Screamed the rat
Still no answer.
The rat looked up. Almost a score of creatures were surrounding him, each with spears poking either specifically at the messenger or in their general direction.
He gulped, and slowly lowered his hand to his dagger-holding sheath.
The leader of the spear-wielding beasts bored his eyes into the rat.

"Ah-ah, I know what you're thinking. Do we have six spears on your or only five? Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I've kind of lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Spearagnum - the most powerful hand spear in the world, and would strike your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question, do I feel lucky. Well, do ya punk?"

[The Weasel Liberation Mov]

 A tiny, almost invisible Weasel leader peered over the top of the hill at Ulster's camp below. Quickly but with care he surveyed the camp, taking note of the enemy's troop numbers.

Having commited them to memory, he hurried silently away.

Minutes later, at an undisclosed location...

The sound of silent laughter came from the shadows. Devari, leader of the Weasels of Pestilence, lisented to Yugkla, the Weasel spy.

"They have... about 400,000 Stoatsss, ssir..." he said, with a slight stutter, "Onlyy... aboutt... 30,000 Weasels and 40,000 Stoats... As for Skiffs.... Practically nothingg..."

"Good. You've done well." replied Devari, "Give this information to Holby. He should be nearby."

"And now, my leaders and I may want to pay our friend Volkov a littlee visit..."

Devari laughed.

[The Voice]

 (Na Volkov I don't mind. Sorry for spelling too, I was rushing last night. And truthfully)

IC:

Dead Eye looked at the commander. If Loren was coming, surely WOOF could not stand against them. Holby would tear through WOOF. Dead Eye turned to Cuchulain. "Commander, I must get a good blade, and find my men. The clan of Dark Blades will stand here and try to protect your people. Also, I need a good messenger rat. I need to send a message to Generel Scarwake. Blades is needed here. If Loren wins here, it could be the end of the war. Dark Blades is injuryed, as am I, but we will do whatever we can to stop this war."

[Holby]

 Holby approached the Second-in-Command.
"Halt them. Send a Group one attack right up the center. As Blades come forward to knock us down, send two and three around to rear-flank. Group four to reinforce Group one's position so we hold. Got it?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you better tell 'em which way we're charging, they'll probably forget- Hello, what's this?"
Devari's messenger, having emerged from around the troops, handed over a slip of parchment.
"And what do you call this, m'lud?"
"An espionage, sah."
"An espionage?"
"An espionage."
"More specifically?"
"High-tech, modern technology, does twice the work your normal strength could give you"
"Ahh, I see. In that case, didjabringagrogalong?"
"Sir?"

[General Austin]

 Flith eyed the dropped box greedily, his eyes darting to and fro along the woodland floor, mentally counting the money and envisioning how many grog-shakes he could buy. He regained his senses. Flith now held his spear straight at the head rat's neck. "Oy, liddle punk. Since yer obviously not feeling too lucky, why don't ye pick this here gold up?" Flith turned his head to his men. "Hey, lardbottoms! Guard these three swine while they pick these pretty liddle golden coins up. Once we get the gold, Loofbum and Snidewhip take the chest and run back to the base quick as ye can. The rest of us will take these 'ere hostage, and demand some more moneys! Harr Harr! It'll be chocolate grog and onion-flavored ice cream tonight! Yarr Harr Harr!"


Flith, having nothing else to do for the time being, set his spear down, set hisself beside a tree, and started daydreaming about what he'd do with his share of the money.

[Gen. Volkov]

 ((*Nods to Holby* Ok then. Dead Eye>> Its cool man.. I understand))

Volkov has become aware of the espionages, having recieved reports from scouts all throughout the area of a large force above his campsite. He grumbles something about stupid worthless leaders and calls for Cuchulain who comes after wrapping his duties up with Dead Eye. Cuchulain has done as Dead Eye asked and a messenger is on its way. Cuchulain rushes into the tent.
"Sir!" he says saluting, "I have done as you asked, Dead Eye has requested a blade, which he has been provivded with, and he has sent one of our messengers to Scarwake with an urgent message from us and him."
Volkov nods sagely.
"You have done well my young apprentice. Now we must deal with a major problem, our gutless leaders have failed to protect us from another generals spying on us. I want you to devise some trickery for the next they attempt this."
Cuchulain nods and rushes out. Volkov sits pondering, and then trumpets sound in the distance. Holby and his general have delayed to long. The generals of the Up Country are coming. This battle is about to become a lot less one sided. Volkov smiles and growls to an aid.
"Make sure the coming generals have good food and drink, along with the best tents. And get they're forces into concealment, we do not want them to know our true strength until it is too late."
He smiles again and orders a servant to get some grog. He then ponders the error Holby has made. He thinks they may have a chance to survive after all.