Marek Takes Over Ferravale Part 2 (Bolts of Chaos TP)

Marek grins. "Falling back will you do me good instead of you fool!" His forces have entered the city, and now, the real battle has begun.

Shadowfur has a group of 30 rats near him as the group of rats fight some of the villagers and guards that fight to protect the city, he smiles coldly, "Your failing and we are wining"

"We shall rise again," The Seer hisses from the main square as beasts fall back into the buildings, barricading doors and raising Hellgates with their arrows. The rooftop archers cause mayhem on the exposed rats below. Nightbreath and a team of heavy guards remain in the streets, fighting the thirty rats paw to paw, blade to blade, blood for blood, life for life.

About half of Marek's forces has managed to penetrate the gates of Ferravale, but the other half are coming quickly behind; about five beasts at a time seem to be falling on both sides to arrows. "Your resilience continues to impress me seer, but surely considering your abilities you must KNOW that your village will fall, without your precious chieftain, or head guard...and there are....other traitors as well" He grins as about thirty of the beasts who were helping Nightbreath now turn on him. "See....they listen me now.....KNNNNEEELLLLL!"

Shadowfur chuckles, "Hey Boss aren’t you the chieftain now, yeah this seer needs to back off" He smirks as about 10 archers fire off arrows under his command and kill 3 of the Ferravale members, he chuckles coldly.

"Skarplan'uur," Nightbreath says, cursing the traitors. "You will burn for this." He whirls out a 17-foot length of rope with a blade on the end and swings it around him in a wide circle, forcing the traitorous guards to back off. More spear beasts advance through the streets, hoplite-style, in a phalanx, sealing off more areas of the village. "I'thu KOR!"

Marek raises an eyebrow. "Your words make no sense Seer, either way though, they will be your last" A volley of arrows is flung from his side, felling about 3 score Ferravale beasts. "You see...my win is inevitable". Ferravale numbers are now noticeably dropping, and Marek knows this, laughing a maniacal laugh, he turns to the tavern. "Good thing you've been rebuilding this...less work for me. I shall celebrate it....perhaps place your head on a pike....that's it. My tavern's name shall be the Seer's Head....has a nice ring to it don't think?"

Shadowfur is busy fighting as another building is taken, a couple beasts surrender to Shadowfur and he grins as he makes them sit off to the side. He snaps his fingers as the rest of the rats, now 15 of the 30 still fight onwards.

The inn is a hotspot, and night impossible to take...both sides' forces tussle back and forth for it, rats on the first floor, Ferravalians on the second, third, and rooftops. Some guards leap from roof to roof, surging towards the front lines as Nightbreath beheads three of the traitors with a single swing of his blade-rope, then coils the rope around his waist and ducks through the net of blades, ignoring Marek contemptuously as he takes on targets coolly and calculatedly, escaping the trap set in the square.

Marek's forces are getting smaller as well and he shakes his head. "Stay out of the buildings for now....we will have them all soon anyway" As the rest of Marek's Horde has now entered the gates he grins. "I still have more than you do, seer....and I do intend, to enjoy it to the full" He however is caught up in Fighting with a very determined guard, leaving Shadowfur to command the troops

Shadowfur nods as he listens to Marek "Of course Boss, of course" He grips his sword in his paw and nods as he orders them to fight and where to go.

Leaving the buildings may prove to be a big mistake...Nightbreath knows this. Now arrows rain down on Marek's forces from the rear as well as they advance past occupied buildings. The phalanx swarms into the area, intercepting Marek's soldiers wherever they can. Nightbreath swings the rope again and holds back the tide of enemies as much as he can.

Marek blinks as many of his beasts as felled by the rope-thing. "Your combat skills are incredible.....but you fail to realize. Your Doom is inevitable" He stabs the guard, out of breath as it seemed he was nearly impossible to kill. "I shall take your village, and then I shall kill you myself" Throwing daggers fly from his fingertips into the hearts of many of Ferravale's finest, and well as a few unintended civilian casualties. "Then I shall toast my victory over a pint of Dragon's Breath Ale, with my miller and brewer, Shadowfur"

Shadowfur laughs. "Yeah Boss, I'd love too" He commands a group of archers against the formation, which turns out to a fatal move for some of them, as very few fall due to their powerful armor. Some however, do fall, but not enough to see any difference in the formation.

Nightbreath joins ranks with the formation as it batters its way forward towards Marek. "CHAAARGE!" Their speed steps up to a fast trot, rapidly approaching Marek's lines.

Marek's eyes go wide, and for a moment he is afraid of the seer, but only a moment. He quickly regains his composure and snaps his fingers, a formation of his own guarding his life. He is clear Marek only value's his own life....and that if a large portion of his horde is felled in his quest, so be it. "Die...Seer" He growls, slicing through several of the spearmen through weak point in their armor. "You will.......DIEEEEEEEEEE!"

Shadowfur backs up a little and lets some of his fighters fall in front of him, he growls low and slices the throat of one of the guards of the village and smirks, he keeps an eye on where the Seer is as well.

"Your recklessness and selfishness, dear Marek, is your failing," Nightbreath calmly states, swinging his blade-rope again and again in time with the formation's advance. "Cut off the head and the body dies, Marek," The Seer proclaims as his formation batters towards Marek.

Marek ignores Nightbreath as he makes his way through the formation, although just barely. Several of his beasts die from the swords and spears as well as Nightbreath's rope-blade. Once he reaches the other side he grins. "And your IGNORANCE..is yours" A few more beasts exit buildings to aid Marek, and by this point Marek's beasts have reached the 3rd floor of the Inn, despite a significant loss in numbers.

Shadowfur blinks as a rat right beside him dies but he still fights, he gets a cut to the upper arm and growls, more and more of the village is getting under his and Marek's control.

"Ignorance? I call it valor," Nightbreath says with a defiant grin, exposing his symbol-carved fangs as he cuts down Marek's warriors with ease and steps towards Marek himself, drawing his sword in one paw and his blade-rope swinging in the other. The formation closes in around Marek. He's in trouble

Marek draws his sword. "Engarde then" He smiles. "But you must realize your formation can do little now" Marek's warriors continue to cut through the formation as much as possible. "Your Village slow falls on all sides around you....every beast has a breaking point" He stabs towards him. "Time to find out yours"

Shadowfur notices the seer near Marek and looks a little worried but he has his small bit of fighters and others still gaining control of the village, he smirks as about 5 ravens show up, yes they still have some birds with talons, beaks and the will to fight to the end.

Nightbreath bares his fangs in a warlike gesture and bellows, "I have none! I have slain monitors, ravens, crows...All far better fighters than you." He roars out his challenge as sparks fly from his expert parry. "I'THU KOR RAKT SKAL'IBAAD! I AM NIGHTBREATH GREYCLOAK, TRAINED BY ARONUUR THE WHITE, WITH THE GOLDEN ICHOR OF GILD'ERNUR THE MIGHTY IN MY VEINS! COME AND MEET THY DOOM!" He slashes three times in quick succession at Marek's head.

Marek growls as his head is cut. "Grr.....death" He pulls from his cloak another sword, stabbing through the rest of the formation that his horde is not already battling and facing Nightbreath. "You....are mine"

Shadowfur growls as a couple birds die, he dives out of the way of a skilled fighter as one of the birds take that fighter down.

"Never...forever," Nightbreath hisses, whirling his blade-rope in an arc up and over, down at Marek's head again, straight down as he thrusts low with his jagged katana-blade at the same time, stooping low and lunging.

Marek managing to block the rope, as he sees it as more dangerous, but in blocking the katana, while sustaining a less deep cut than he would, he is not able to prevent all cuts and is slightly weakened, meanwhile, with Nightbreath distracted, almost the entire village has now been taken by Marek. "Hahahahahahahahahaa......you see.....you lose"

Shadowfur tries something he motions for one of the birds to swoop at Nightbreath, injure him if able as he side steps a guard and a couple others run from him as he smiles coldly.

Nightbreath swipes the blade-rope up and cuts down the birds with ease, cursing as he does so, swiping forward and down with his star blade at the same time. "HYAH! Does the phoenix die in the flames? NO! It is simply reborn from the ashes." He swings up over again, down at Marek's chest, snapping his blade-rope forward like a whip to stab.

Marek coughs and falls but manages to slice at Nightbreath a few times a well. "Silence your metaphors fool...they will do you no good" With the other sword he sword he attempts to stab at Nightbreath's leg, but is clearly weakened in his attempts, this rope-blade does very considerable damage

"It is not metaphor...'tis fact.".Nightbreath is too busy with his other strikes to fully parry the stab. Sparks fly, blood spatters, and he cries out despite himself. He kicks up at Marek's head with the claws of his footpaw splayed out to rake the evil commander's face, then slices quickly to his left and right and falls back, cloak flowing behind him, making him look like a specter of the darkness--indeed, the breath of Night itself--before he disappears into the grimy streets to the west, cursing his enemies under his breath.

Marek grins as he walks into HIS village. “Ah yes, let us celebrate” he points to the rest of his troops, numbering about 300 by now and numerous village. “Build the Tavern…I want it done within a week, by the looks of it, it won’t take very long and you” he points to Shadowfur. “Make sure no one beasts these beasts, no is no need to spill unnecessary blood, they have surrendered, like good beasts”

“Yes Sir”