http://c-rpg.net/index.php?page=battlesparticipated#!?page=battleroster&id=646Two Grand armies aligned near one another, the men of the Great Steppes versus those who rule the Great Sand Seas. As the world revolved around this singular point, the men of these great nations sat there, calm as sweat ran down their backs. The Sand Knights lined up, unleashing a furious battle roar to the great flying pig as they charged the Men of the Steppes. Many were felled by the great steppe hunters, but the Sand knights had their own Dervishes to counter these fearsome hunters of men. As the melee was joined, the greatest weapon of the Sand Knights had yet to be unleashed. The dread Sand Scorpions rode forth from the right of the Steppe lines.
"Here! Here! Turn you louts! Cavalry hath encircled us!" Cried the Lords of Occitania as the dread Scorpions bore down on the Steppe warriors heavy infantry. Concurrently, the lords of the Great Steppe shouted
"Charge, Drive the Sand Devils into their caves!" and thus battle was joined. The lines fell and rose as the great steppe warriors fought with their utmost against the ragged berserker Sandlings. No match for the awe inspiring courage, the Steppe warriors slowly fell back, taking 2 for every 1 of their own. The Lords of Occitania, fared no better. Occitanians, weathered from years of cavalry warfare, felt first hand, the true ferocity of the Sand Scorpions and were pushed into the main body of the steppe horde.
It was a blood bath. Blood flowed, thick as water, the dead, littered the field as if Death himself had sown the fields. As the battle reached it's climax, The great Lord of the Steppe, Peppovitch was slain! Though grim, the men of the Steppe never feared and to a man they fought to the last. Lord Cedrick, the last of the great Occitanian lords, held what little remained of the army. With one last great Dervish raining fire as if from the Great Donkey himself, the Dervish struck down the remains of the Steppe men. But alas, as the last Lord of Occitania charged with his last ounce of strength, the Great Pig left the Dervish then. Out of arrows, Lord Cedrick struck down the last Sandling, winning the great battle, but at what cost?
May the Hero of Mazigh be remembered, always.
-Lord Chronicler of the Dharan Legion.
Anno 1280 in the year of the Donkey.
Phew! Not a great writer, so I hope everyone enjoyed that. Please add your own, RP take to it! Enjoyed the battle, hope everyone else did too! Good job Cedrick, Kesh.
