Marek Takes Over Ferravale Part 1 (Bolts of Chaos TP)

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You here noises, the sounds of 500 vermin, Ferravale is outnumbered, not by much, but noticeably. Marek is at the head of the horde, and Shadowfur is right behind him. "The head guard is dead, Scioto is gone, but it matters not. Your Village is mine. Defend it if you must, but you WILL fall"

Shadowfur walks beside his leader and grins evilly "Hello...welcome to your takeover!"

"Not on your worthless lives," Calls Nightbreath, heading a phalanx of guards. He gestures with his sword and indicates archers on many rooftops. "You are facing a Seer's army, remember? You are predictable." Already spearman stretch from building to building in long ranks three beasts deep.

It's far from Tristan's first time on a battlefield. He stands a little behind and to the right of Nightbreath's infantry, calmly sticking arrows in the ground point-first to be easily nocked and fired. Due to the heat of the day, he's in his duster coat instead of his hooded cloak. He flexes his paws, testing the string of his longbow as the two sides advance towards each other.

The warning bells go up. Beasts of the village drop what they are doing and scatter for their homes. Some take refuge in cellars, others like Fargo watch nervously from the windows of their shops

Marek grins. "I do not fear a Seer!" He laughs. "Do your worst ERMINE!....and I shall do mine" He seems to avoid some arrows, but does take one in the shoulder. He seems to ignore it as he charges for warriors, killing them with a swift slice to the throat. "And mine is MUCH worse than yours"

Shadowfur ducks as an arrow hits a weasel beside him, he smirks as he snaps his fingers and about 50 of his fighters charge towards some of the fighting villagers, a few villagers run off and some stay, the ferret slices one guard and stabs another in the chest as the gard dies at his footpaws,he laughs his evil laugh and barely avoids a dagger to his face, a line of blood forms on his cheek as he growls.

"Oh really...." Long pikes jab out at Marek and Shadowfur' warriors and the leader's slices are mostly ineffective--Shields are a handy thing. Nightbreath rallies raiding parties of swordsbeasts meanwhile--several teams of a score of beasts each flank Marek's forces and slash for all they're worth. Defense is solid here so far as long pikes thrust towards Shadowfur now, right at his head as a solid line of shield-wearing armored spearbeasts blocks access to the inner village, Nightbreath in their midst, slashing and hacking.

The sounds of battle can be heard through out the land. Beasts of all shapes and sizes can be seen running to join the fight or being chased into their homes by vermin pillagers. Fargo slips his pudgy weasel frame out a window to escape a ferret attacker.

As the two forces clash with a terrible rattling and clanging of battle, Tristan raises his bow, arrow nocked and drawn back to his cheek, and sets to work. Weasels, stoats, rats, ferrets, foxes, it really doesn't matter to him, they're all targets now. It's hardly a dent in the horde, but a few of the vermin look a little uneasy of the projectiles, combined with those of the other archers, slam into the mass of troops.

Oakenpaw arrives at the battle and moves thru the spearmen, standing near Nightbreath and Tristan, taking up the position of Guard beast with his staff.

Marek grins. "Yes" He throws a dagger at a guard and the guard falls to this demise. "I also have...other weapons" He fires his crossbow at another guard, and the guard falls off, unfourantely, Marek 's plan aren't perfect, now he out of ammo, and his crossbow, useless. "No Matter...I stil have my sword. You will die, seer!" He glares at Tristan. "And as for you archer....you'll wish you never fired those arrows"

Shadowfur keeps his troops in control, he nods or snaps as he directects them in battle and he has his own sword as well as he smirks, a fox stays close to shadowfur as a sort of bodyguard, he grins as Marek has his own archers as well "Fire" He says calm toned.

"Empty words from empty heads," Nightbreath calls, not greeting Oakenpaw yet as he's kind of busy. (No kidding.) "Shields up!" . He shouts quickly and arrows rattle off of armor and shields, althought a few guards are cut down. "Swordsbeasts, fall back!"

Villagers who are able begin fleeing from the village. one of the town guardians cries, "we are doomed!"

Tristan stands his ground for the moment as the infantry starts to fall back, some with more dicipline than others. He hardly seems to notice as a few catch arrows in their backs. He just keeps sending arrows into the packed formation of vermin. He spots Shadowfur towards the front and sends one his way, aiming for the legs.

Oakenpaw Ducks behind the Shield Wall for the rain of arrows, before stepping back out, staff at the ready, as an abbey beast he can only defend, but he seems quite happy, moving to be near the breath of the Night, and blaring across the lines at the furs of Shadow, He angrily calls out "Shadowfur ya cursed beast, your not the miller here no more!" Nodding as if to say THAT will teach him.

Marek smirks. "You really think that will intimidate anyone hare?" He kills a two guards in one swipe, but a third guard cuts his shoulder. "I believe Shadowfur has some words for you....go ahead Shadowfur, I give you permision"

Shadowfur smiles coldly, "I hate you too Oakenpaw, always did..friend? what a joke its too bad Rafe lost his head ealier he SOOOOOOOOOOOO wanted to eat you and I was gonna let him" He grins and slices at a village fighter and they get a bad slice to the shoulder, the fox guarding him is hit with a blade and arrow but keeps fighting.

"Stay strong, ye of the oaken paws," Nightbreath murmurs before stepping forward, letting the ranks part so he can defend from the front line with the rest, cutting down hordes beasts everywhere systematically.

The phalanx formation thickens and several beasts in heavy armor with clubs and war hammers run through to punch a hole in Marek's lines. And head, if possible.

Fargo, after losing the beasts tailing him eventually meets up with other villagers. He starts leading them towards Redwall.

Tristan puts down a ferret that rushes a little too close with an arrow through the throat. He tries to estimate the time the horde will be on him compared to how many arrows he has left. Some of his shots are a little rushed, but it's not like it takes much skill to hit a horde of beasts at twenty paces. At this point he's about even with Nightbreath's front line of infantry.

Oakenpaw chuckles and shows that Matilda is QUITE adept at actually caving in vermin skull, the staff thrusting and parrying. as the hare spins "Serve ya right if you DID eat me" He chuckles to Shadowfur "I'd cause you so much stomach upset....but don't worry sooner or later you will see yer Rafe again” The hare taking several slashes to his legs and arms, "Wot are ya doing here Breath of the Night these chaps causing a Ruckus?”

Marek laughs. "That's funny....because Shadowfur KILLED Rafe, and I don't blame him...the idiot let the cheiftain escape. Oh wait...I'M the cheiftain now...all hail your ruler" He stabs a guard killing him. But the guard manages to kill one of Marek's best beasts before he dies. "No mater....I didn't like him either"

Shadowfur smirks, "Yes Hail Chieftain Marek and his 2nd in Command..ME"

"Aye," Nightbreath says to Oakenpaw. "Let's show them what Ferravale and Redwallers can do. I'THU KOR--!" He sends forward another team of heavy guards and brings up some javelin throwers as well. The archers on the roofs are causing mayhem meanwhile.

Tristan focuses his attention on Marek and Shadowfur, sending several arrows zipping their way, grey fletching imparting a deadly spin on the projectiles.

Oakenpaw grunts as he takes a cut to the side, being pushed back slightly against Nightbreath...the hare bring Matilda up and thrusts toward the beast’s throat that had just cut him as there is a sickening crunch, "Oh Shadowfur...ere boy...matilda won'ts ta gives ya a KISS!” He exclaims. “REDWAAAAALLLLL!”

Marek continues running, some arrows get caught in his arrow and slow himn down, but none have pierced his skin...so far that is. "You will...fall, there is nothing to it. My plan has been perfect, and I will not allow a STUPID SEER to stop my plans" He himself as gotten much closer to the gates, with about two score of his vermin behind him. (OOC NOTE for people that don't know 2 score means 40)

Fargo takes a head count. So many people he has come to know and reconize are not there. The young weasel turns back to the village. He gulps. ,"To the blazes with it..." He heads back to help others escape from the battle raging on.

Shadowfur makes a face, "No thanks hare" He sidesteps a slash from a guard, the fox takes it as the ferret rolls his eyes "Oh well better him than me I always say" He snaps his fingers as about 10 ravens fly down from the air, 2 die from archers but others drop rocks on the guards and fighters as the ferret laughs.

"A Seer, yes, but stupid is debatable," Nightbreath remarks as he proceeds to lead his men to butcher the advancing twoscore. And then the rocks cut down several of the rear lines..."Shields!" Nightbreath bellows as more arrows fly.

Tristan plucks the last arrow he had stuck into the ground out and nocks it, picking off a rat just to Marek's left, the vermin crumpling to the ground with an arrow stuck in his sternum. Drawing an arrow from his quiver, he lets himself take a few steps back, not eager to get paw-to-paw with the horde beasts.

Oakenpaw exclaims, "Hear that Matilda/ That fur beast isn't a Ferret e's a CHICKEN" He chortles holding his side as he pokes on vermin beast on the top of his footpaw, breaking it "Whoo Whee Nightbreath I haven't had this much FUN in AGES! Ello Tristin, I got 8 how many you got?"

Marek laughs as beasts fall on both sides. "So what if they fall, they are disposable. I have other horde beasts" He reaches the gates, taking an arrow in the shoulder and wincing a bit. "You fight well, but not well enough" He snaps his figures and about 200 more vermin appear. "You thought that was all I had didn't you? Making me exhaust all my resources? No matter. You're still outnumbered"

Ragg has been doing his best to bash through enemies, trying his best to locate Nightbreath in all the chaos. He has sustained a cut on his left arm, though thankfully it's not his sword arm. He finally sights Nightbreath, and starts making his way in that general direction, doing his best to avoid crossing blades. He finally reaches Nightbreath's group and he finds himself between a ferret and a stoat, a few feet away from Nightbreath.

Shadowfur gets a cut to the sholder as he slices a guard at the gate and smiles, "Archers fire !!!"

"Oh skarp," Nightbreath sighs. "Another bad day." The arrows rattle away. "Your tactics will fail in the end," The Seer calls to Marek. "Ragg--" He says to his apprentice "--Hold on!" He begins moving to the weasel. The spearbeasts' line is beginning to dissolve...

Tristan stands in the midst of Nightbreath's infantry as they start to falter, some slowly backing away, others cowering behind shields, still others breaking and fleeing already. He just keeps picking off targets, his quiver starting to empty.

Oakenpaw calls back to Marek "Out numbered Chap? just makes this a fair fight is all..and don't worry, we'll be back....beware the breath o th night for in it is your doom. Ho Raggs ello Chap! welcome!" The hare attacks the ferret and stoat that face Ragg, attacking the beasts from behind then The Hare begins treating injured beasts as is his oath, though he keeps Matilda Handy for defense, favoring his injured side.

Ragg nods at his mentors words and stays low, trying to avoid the arrows which seem to bloom out of the air. Like some of the others, he starts to back up a bit.

Marek laughs. "I do not fear the hare...no don't kill the hare....he's healing. Let him do his job" He turns to Nightbreath as the first score of his forces begin enterning Ferravale. "You see, seer. You're powers are not infinite. You didn't foresee me taking your village did you?. I will take this vilage" He stabs a guard. "I will take Redwall" He stabs another. "And no amout of seers or ghosts is going to save Mossflower!"

Shadowfur chuckles as him and 30 rats get inside,he snaps his fingers as his rats start to take over one of the buildings and slowly another in the front and he smirks as he walks head held high, he nods as a couple ravens left throw more rocks and kill a couple villagers, he slices a village fighter and smiles coldly.

"The fates say otherwise," Nightbreath hisses. "Fall back to the buildings," He calls to his forces. "Make them pay with blood for each one. Get a bucket brigade stationed out of the way. We don't want fire. Let them have the buildings they've taken. It doesn't matter now. Fall back and we'll rise again!”

        • This ends Part 1..Part 2 is soon as Marek and his 2nd in command Shadowfur and his large Horde have entered the village and the fight conts....****
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