Hochmeister Godwin
Established
Knight of the Black Cross
Roleplay posts: 10
Allegiances: The Twin Cities, the Brotherhood
Place of Residence: The Twin Cities
Registered: Aug 18, 2023 17:25:51 GMT -5
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Post by Hochmeister Godwin on Aug 26, 2023 17:40:01 GMT -5
Godwin observed Eskil's demonstration with great interest. "Hm," he nodded and smiled. "Lord Eskil, you just found a great ally. We must talk in detail after the battle." Godwin looked around and pointed at one of the squires; the young man had a crossbow slung across his back. "You, come here, now." The squire scurried over and seemed to tremble in fear before the great knight. "Give me your crossbow," Godwin commanded. He took the weapon and a bag of bolts from the squire and showed it to Eskil. "Crossbow. Do you know how to use one? Easier than a bow. Pierces armor, and has a greater range," he explained. "Your fire-bombs might prove more effective when fired from a crossbow."
At that moment a loud horn sounded. The noise echoed across the field. You could feel tension in the air.
"Orcs," Godwin growled. Observing the forests Eskil would see the trees begin to move. Branches shook and leaves fluttered violently to the ground. The orcs roared and hissed from within the tree-line. They were massing in the safety of the forest before attacking. "Report to your posts!" Godwin yelled to his subordinates. "Prepare for battle!" He looked to Eskil, "stay with me and you'll be safe."
From their hilltop vantage point Eskil would see Brotherhood crossbowmen forming a screen ahead of the main battle line. This thin line of lightly-armored ranged troops would fire volleys of bolts into the orcs once they were within range. Behind them were pike squares; these men wore medium armor and carried long pikes, but were also equipped with swords. Units of cavalrymen covered the flanks of the army. In the rear, and on the hilltop with Godwin and Eskil, were a number of heavily-armored knights - each one mounted on magnificent barded white steeds.
In a few moments the first of the enemy appeared from the forest. They were savage and stunted creatures, with dark skin of various greens, blues, and even black. Many of them carried sharp prodding rods, and were urging on a number of snarling, bloodthirsty beasts. "Wargs, and their goblin handlers," Godwin informed Eskil. The wargs growled, hissed, and snarled. They were being restrained by the goblin handlers, but on cue they were released. A select few immediately turned on their masters and began tearing the goblins limb from limb; they had been starved for too long, or not trained long enough. The majority, however, rushed forward to the crossbowmen. Bolts were let loose, but the creatures were too fast, agile, and nimble for them to make any real effect.
"What do you think, Eskil?" Godwin asked, as if he was quizzing him. In truth, he was trying to train him. "What should we do? This is only the first wave."
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Eskil Duska - The Hollowed One
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 20
Appearance: He looks like a normal person, with flushed light skin, brown curly hair and brown eyes.
His clothes are all expensive and almost royal looking, but are clearly in states of disrepair. He wears a long sleeved tunic, thick brown work gloves and black pants.
Over all his clothes he wears has a dark blue coat that is reversible, with the other side being a dark orange color.
On his head he wears a dirty and broken pink gold rimmed platinum crown with jewels. It has dried blood and the jewels are loose, making them rattle. The crown has 3 spikes with a garnet, aquamarine and emerald.
The spike with the aquamarine broke off and was turned into a necklace.
Equipment: ‡
He has a bag of clothes and accessories that he carries around. All his accessories are expensive and top of the line. Inside he has fake glasses, an eye patch, a monocle, a white robe with sky blue crystals, a golden necklace and a fur coat made from the skin of a wolf.
He has no weapons for now, as he has been fleeing and has not had time to find anything to defend himself.
Skills and Abilities: ‡
He is a soulless husk, free of sin and virtue. He has no magic or any special spiritual connection. He is very susceptible to possession and magical powers, as he is almost considered nonliving because of his soulless status. He is almost unemotive and empathetic, and most of his facial expressions are out of reflexes but he can feel.
Despite his flaws he is very intelligent. He learns quickly and is very perceptive. He can make quick getaways and traps for his enemies, and is not above using underhanded tactics.
He has knowledge of botnay, hunting and trapping.
Biography: †
He was a soulless being since birth, his conception being manipulated by a religious counsel. He was made to be the perfect vessel for a god that promised fortune and bountiful harvest to the people of his dying world. He was groomed to be a healthy but unthinking thing to be used as the sacrifice.
He himself was kept in the dark about this. He lived a nice life, but despite being surrounded by people he felt isolated as he knew something was off about himself. Everyone looked at him strangely, with something akin to awe and disgust. He didn't want to loose what he had, so he kept his act up and made sure he appeared normal on the outside.
Once he found out about his fate, he fled his kingdom on a raft on the day of his sacrifice as people chased him to sacrifice him. He arrived to the isles clinging desperately to life.
Now he is on the from the vengeful worshipers, who wish to punish him for fleeing his duties.
Registered: Apr 17, 2023 15:08:03 GMT -5
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Post by Eskil Duska - The Hollowed One on Aug 26, 2023 18:14:33 GMT -5
Eskil smiled as he looked at the orc's and knights clashing." I have an idea. It will take me a bit to set up, but it won't be too hard." He said, as he pulled out the rope from his bag. He had grabbed rope that was made out of hay. He was going to use it much later." In the mean time, I will be helping form here."
He grabbed his arrows and dipped it in a different version of his concoction. He made sure they were as covered as possible." This one is far more useful for this situation. The fire is much stronger, though it's much less adhesive. Less spreads much worse in large surfaces." He said, dipping his shots in the honey colored.
He shot a few bolts into the crowd of the biggest targets he could find. The arrows pierced into their skin, leaving their sticky residue inside their wounds. He made sure he only hit the Wargs that where in the back of the crowd, far away from them. He then covered the tip of one of his clean arrows. " Let's see how bad this can get." He lit it on fire.
Due to the larger targets attacking their masters they where set on fire very quickly. The dry grass of their area was starting to catch fire." I suggest moving your men back." He said, his eyes reflecting the fire of his own creation.
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Hochmeister Godwin
Established
Knight of the Black Cross
Roleplay posts: 10
Allegiances: The Twin Cities, the Brotherhood
Place of Residence: The Twin Cities
Registered: Aug 18, 2023 17:25:51 GMT -5
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Post by Hochmeister Godwin on Aug 27, 2023 8:27:51 GMT -5
The bolts found their targets across the battlefield and ignited warg and goblin-handler alike. The agonizing fate of fiery death caused the orcish allies to let out bloodcurdling screams. The wargs too yelped and flailed about, trying to save themselves from a burning end. There had been other goblins in the woods too, some of them with wargs, but Eskil's attack disheartened them and the cowardly creatures refused to go forth.
On the frontline many of the crossbowmen let off their last volleys before making a hasty retreat, scurrying through the lanes between each pike-square. The pikemen were the next to be attacked, and thus braced themselves before the warg charge. The terrible beasts dived and ducked, attempting to evade the sharp ends of the pikes. Some of them were impaled at a distance; others made it through, but were likewise impaled by another rank; those wargs who did evade these weapons were only met by swordsmen, who slashed and hacked at the ferocious beasts. The warg's attack was largely ineffective, and most of their damage was confined to the flank of the pike squares, where they were attacked by crossbowmen. A second wave of them had been prevented by Eskil's attack.
"Very well," Godwin was pleased by Eskil's new weapon. "I think the wargs have dealt with. Now I imagine we will see the orcs proper." As if on cue a great wave of orcs appeared on the tree-line, evading the areas that were caught on fire by Eskil. They were brutish humanoid creatures, some of them deformed and twisted, with green, blue, purple, and black skin. They wore various types of armor and carried an assortment of wicked shields, swords, axes, and hammers. "A pathetic excuse for an army," Godwin scoffed. "But don't let them fool you. Orcs are quite laborious and industrious. With the right leader they can mass-produce quality weapons and armor, as well as war machines. Most are amazed at the ingenuity of the orcs. This rabble, however," Godwin indicated the rambunctious mass of orcs growing on the tree-line, "is a mess of disorganized raiders."
At the command of their apparent leader the orcs began to march forward, eager to join the bloodbath. Godwin issued orders to a couple of subordinates by his side. "Take the light cavalry and move around the flanks. If they pursue, pull them away from the pikemen. Avoid conflict, but skirmish when you can, and await further orders." The two captains nodded and rode off to command the light cavalry on either side of the army. Both regiments attempted to move around the orc flank, avoiding contact, and only attacking with javelins and other ranged missiles.
"Gustav, Wolfgang." Two fearsome Knight-Brothers looked to Godwin. One was an older man, bald, with a peaceful expression; the other was a fierce nord, with long hair and great beard. "Take your Knight-Brothers and hover on the flanks. Do not engage, but prepare to charge." The two men nodded, put on their helmets, and rode off.
By now the orcs made it to the pikemen and were trying to push their way through the pikes and hack at the halbruders with their melee weapons. A disorganized mob of archers were behind them, firing missiles overhead, but did little damage. The Brotherhood light cavalry was skirmishing with roving stragglers of orcs on the flanks. Meanwhile, Gustav and Wolfgang were rallying their Knight-Brothers.
"Want to continue watching, or do you want to join the fight, Lord Eskil?" Godwin's hand hovered close to his blade; he was eager to soak steel in orc blood. But, he would let Eskil decide their course of action.
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Eskil Duska - The Hollowed One
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 20
Appearance: He looks like a normal person, with flushed light skin, brown curly hair and brown eyes.
His clothes are all expensive and almost royal looking, but are clearly in states of disrepair. He wears a long sleeved tunic, thick brown work gloves and black pants.
Over all his clothes he wears has a dark blue coat that is reversible, with the other side being a dark orange color.
On his head he wears a dirty and broken pink gold rimmed platinum crown with jewels. It has dried blood and the jewels are loose, making them rattle. The crown has 3 spikes with a garnet, aquamarine and emerald.
The spike with the aquamarine broke off and was turned into a necklace.
Equipment: ‡
He has a bag of clothes and accessories that he carries around. All his accessories are expensive and top of the line. Inside he has fake glasses, an eye patch, a monocle, a white robe with sky blue crystals, a golden necklace and a fur coat made from the skin of a wolf.
He has no weapons for now, as he has been fleeing and has not had time to find anything to defend himself.
Skills and Abilities: ‡
He is a soulless husk, free of sin and virtue. He has no magic or any special spiritual connection. He is very susceptible to possession and magical powers, as he is almost considered nonliving because of his soulless status. He is almost unemotive and empathetic, and most of his facial expressions are out of reflexes but he can feel.
Despite his flaws he is very intelligent. He learns quickly and is very perceptive. He can make quick getaways and traps for his enemies, and is not above using underhanded tactics.
He has knowledge of botnay, hunting and trapping.
Biography: †
He was a soulless being since birth, his conception being manipulated by a religious counsel. He was made to be the perfect vessel for a god that promised fortune and bountiful harvest to the people of his dying world. He was groomed to be a healthy but unthinking thing to be used as the sacrifice.
He himself was kept in the dark about this. He lived a nice life, but despite being surrounded by people he felt isolated as he knew something was off about himself. Everyone looked at him strangely, with something akin to awe and disgust. He didn't want to loose what he had, so he kept his act up and made sure he appeared normal on the outside.
Once he found out about his fate, he fled his kingdom on a raft on the day of his sacrifice as people chased him to sacrifice him. He arrived to the isles clinging desperately to life.
Now he is on the from the vengeful worshipers, who wish to punish him for fleeing his duties.
Registered: Apr 17, 2023 15:08:03 GMT -5
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Post by Eskil Duska - The Hollowed One on Aug 27, 2023 12:50:33 GMT -5
Eskil watched the orcs enter the field. Somehow he didn't feel powerless like before." I have one more trick up my sleeves." He adjusted his crown and pulled out the 5 flasks other flasks he had, keeping the 6th strongest to himself.
"Might as well use these to their fullest, no?." He asked Goodwin giving him his signature blank smile." Let's give them a blaze of glory to go out on. Give this to your best throwers, get as much of the stuff on them as you can. Then all we have to do is watch."
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Hochmeister Godwin
Established
Knight of the Black Cross
Roleplay posts: 10
Allegiances: The Twin Cities, the Brotherhood
Place of Residence: The Twin Cities
Registered: Aug 18, 2023 17:25:51 GMT -5
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Post by Hochmeister Godwin on Sept 3, 2023 14:58:59 GMT -5
Godwin took the flasks and examined their contents. He looked a bit concerned at first, as if the bottle would suddenly burst into flames and ignite himself and his steed. But his nerves were steeled; his Angelist faith would protect him. "Very well," he agreed. "We have some light scouts who might find a use for these." Godwin motioned at one of his men, who waved his standard; it was a cue for the local Knight-Brothers to group up and prepare to ride forward. Eskil would see Godwin issuing orders to a few others. In time some light horsemen were mobilizing behind the heavy cavalry. At Eskil's permission, the flasks were handed out to some of the best throwers.
Eskil could feel an impetus growing. These Knight-Brothers, clad in their plate armor, were itching to charge. Their horses neighed and moved about, ready to fly forth. But they were kept in place by the continued orders of a strict subordinate. "Ride with us," came a growl from Godwin, to Eskil. "Ride with us, Lord Eskil, and see what it is to be a Brother." A nearby squire offered a steel plate helmet to Eskil, as well as a sword, a heater shield, and a lance. Godwin wondered if Eskil had ever even used such weapons. Perhaps he would feel out of place with them. To reassure his new friend, he would say "don the arms of the Brotherhood, Lord Eskil, and our faith will protect you. Take up the lance and ride with me, let us break these orcs and drive them from the battlefield."
Eskil would see an ongoing struggle down below the hill, where orcs tried to break through the pike-wall. Crossbowmen were raining bolts down overhead. Komtur Gustav and Komtur Wolfgang both commanded groups of heavy knights on the flanks, but were waiting for a command. The light cavalry were skirmishing with the orcs on the flanks.
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Eskil Duska - The Hollowed One
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 20
Appearance: He looks like a normal person, with flushed light skin, brown curly hair and brown eyes.
His clothes are all expensive and almost royal looking, but are clearly in states of disrepair. He wears a long sleeved tunic, thick brown work gloves and black pants.
Over all his clothes he wears has a dark blue coat that is reversible, with the other side being a dark orange color.
On his head he wears a dirty and broken pink gold rimmed platinum crown with jewels. It has dried blood and the jewels are loose, making them rattle. The crown has 3 spikes with a garnet, aquamarine and emerald.
The spike with the aquamarine broke off and was turned into a necklace.
Equipment: ‡
He has a bag of clothes and accessories that he carries around. All his accessories are expensive and top of the line. Inside he has fake glasses, an eye patch, a monocle, a white robe with sky blue crystals, a golden necklace and a fur coat made from the skin of a wolf.
He has no weapons for now, as he has been fleeing and has not had time to find anything to defend himself.
Skills and Abilities: ‡
He is a soulless husk, free of sin and virtue. He has no magic or any special spiritual connection. He is very susceptible to possession and magical powers, as he is almost considered nonliving because of his soulless status. He is almost unemotive and empathetic, and most of his facial expressions are out of reflexes but he can feel.
Despite his flaws he is very intelligent. He learns quickly and is very perceptive. He can make quick getaways and traps for his enemies, and is not above using underhanded tactics.
He has knowledge of botnay, hunting and trapping.
Biography: †
He was a soulless being since birth, his conception being manipulated by a religious counsel. He was made to be the perfect vessel for a god that promised fortune and bountiful harvest to the people of his dying world. He was groomed to be a healthy but unthinking thing to be used as the sacrifice.
He himself was kept in the dark about this. He lived a nice life, but despite being surrounded by people he felt isolated as he knew something was off about himself. Everyone looked at him strangely, with something akin to awe and disgust. He didn't want to loose what he had, so he kept his act up and made sure he appeared normal on the outside.
Once he found out about his fate, he fled his kingdom on a raft on the day of his sacrifice as people chased him to sacrifice him. He arrived to the isles clinging desperately to life.
Now he is on the from the vengeful worshipers, who wish to punish him for fleeing his duties.
Registered: Apr 17, 2023 15:08:03 GMT -5
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Post by Eskil Duska - The Hollowed One on Sept 3, 2023 18:35:34 GMT -5
Eskil smiled falsely. He was not too keen on entering the battle, he was terrified but he learned to mimic the face of bravery he saw in his enemy knights." I-I have faith that we can strike them down." He took the lance, preferring the longer reach.
It was a little hard for him to handle, but he made sure to keep it steady in his hands. He bummed as he looked at it's tip. " I think this warrants the best of my ability." He coated his lance in some of his sticky fire.
"When your men have spread the contents of every flask, we will deal the final blow like so." He said, lighting a match and cussing the tip to burst into a large flame. It was certainly more powerful than the last ones.
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Hochmeister Godwin
Established
Knight of the Black Cross
Roleplay posts: 10
Allegiances: The Twin Cities, the Brotherhood
Place of Residence: The Twin Cities
Registered: Aug 18, 2023 17:25:51 GMT -5
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Post by Hochmeister Godwin on Sept 8, 2023 22:21:49 GMT -5
Godwin watched as Eskil seemingly fumbled with the lance. "You'll learn," he assured him, and then showed him how to hold it during a charge. "Stay in the ranks, ride with the Brothers, and all will be well."
The flasks were distributed to various men as needed. When everything seemed set Godwin issued orders to form up and the column of heavily armored knights trotted forward, down the hill. The orcs were jumping, lurching, and ducking under the pikes, but many fell victim to yet another pike, or wee shot full of holes by the crossbowmen. Fortunately for Eskil and his allies, these orcs were not well-equipped, nor organized. The pikemen could hold them for hours until the very last orc was impaled, or when each one was shot dead with a bolt.
Godwin lead the group to some other Knight-Brothers and together they rode around the left flank. The skirmishers had done a great job distracting and rounding up the orc flanks, so the way was clear. "Form up, my Brothers, form up!" came a cry from Godwin. His voice was hard and raspy. "Ready lances! Ready!" The Knight-Brothers lined up and lowered their lances. The horse neighed and the men let out an unnerving roar. Eskil could see Knight-Brothers on the opposite field of battle doing the same thing.
"Forward," Godwin ordered. The horses began to trot forth. "Steady," their pace quickened. "Steady," again. "Charge! Charge! Send them to Hell, send them all to Hell!"
The thunderous stampede had begun. Barded white warhorses carried the heavily-armored Knight-Brothers across the field like wind. Some orcs had caught sight of their impending doom and attempted to form a futile defense. But was too late.
The Knight-Brothers crashed into the orcs ith a horrendous noise. Steel clanged against iron, bones shattered, blood spurt in all directions, and bodies were trampled. The Knight-Brothers pierced their foes with blessed lances, driving the weapons through heads and torsos alike. The orcish assault collapsed in an instant as the Brothers seemed to erase them from existence.
When the impetus of the charge began to falter the Brothers drew their swords, maces, clubs, flails, and axes. Heads were split, limbs severed, skulls crushed. The battle had turned into a massacre - a butchery of these foul creatures. Some were trapped between the pikemen and the Knights and fought to the death. Others attempted to flee back to the forest, under a hail of crossbow bolts, and harried by the light cavalry.
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Eskil Duska - The Hollowed One
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 20
Appearance: He looks like a normal person, with flushed light skin, brown curly hair and brown eyes.
His clothes are all expensive and almost royal looking, but are clearly in states of disrepair. He wears a long sleeved tunic, thick brown work gloves and black pants.
Over all his clothes he wears has a dark blue coat that is reversible, with the other side being a dark orange color.
On his head he wears a dirty and broken pink gold rimmed platinum crown with jewels. It has dried blood and the jewels are loose, making them rattle. The crown has 3 spikes with a garnet, aquamarine and emerald.
The spike with the aquamarine broke off and was turned into a necklace.
Equipment: ‡
He has a bag of clothes and accessories that he carries around. All his accessories are expensive and top of the line. Inside he has fake glasses, an eye patch, a monocle, a white robe with sky blue crystals, a golden necklace and a fur coat made from the skin of a wolf.
He has no weapons for now, as he has been fleeing and has not had time to find anything to defend himself.
Skills and Abilities: ‡
He is a soulless husk, free of sin and virtue. He has no magic or any special spiritual connection. He is very susceptible to possession and magical powers, as he is almost considered nonliving because of his soulless status. He is almost unemotive and empathetic, and most of his facial expressions are out of reflexes but he can feel.
Despite his flaws he is very intelligent. He learns quickly and is very perceptive. He can make quick getaways and traps for his enemies, and is not above using underhanded tactics.
He has knowledge of botnay, hunting and trapping.
Biography: †
He was a soulless being since birth, his conception being manipulated by a religious counsel. He was made to be the perfect vessel for a god that promised fortune and bountiful harvest to the people of his dying world. He was groomed to be a healthy but unthinking thing to be used as the sacrifice.
He himself was kept in the dark about this. He lived a nice life, but despite being surrounded by people he felt isolated as he knew something was off about himself. Everyone looked at him strangely, with something akin to awe and disgust. He didn't want to loose what he had, so he kept his act up and made sure he appeared normal on the outside.
Once he found out about his fate, he fled his kingdom on a raft on the day of his sacrifice as people chased him to sacrifice him. He arrived to the isles clinging desperately to life.
Now he is on the from the vengeful worshipers, who wish to punish him for fleeing his duties.
Registered: Apr 17, 2023 15:08:03 GMT -5
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Post by Eskil Duska - The Hollowed One on Sept 9, 2023 13:10:51 GMT -5
Eskil concocted his new devious plan as he attacked. He attacked with his flaming lance, aiming for the vital spots of the few orcs he could reach." I will make sure they never return." With that he planted his flaming lance onto he ground to snuff out the fire.
He grabbed his crossbow and tied an arrow in the crossbow he had. Using his last flask of sticky fire he coated the entire thin rope with it. Making sure to not touch too much of it he grabbed his crossbow and shot. The rope flew high above the men, and landed behind the crowd of orcs.
" And now, for my finisher." He dipped his arrow in the last of the solution. Using a match he lit it on fire and shot at the area the rope and arrow fell in.
The moment the arrow landed the rope burst into flames. It created a low but powerful flame that blocked their attempts to flee. The fire spread into the forest, burning the dried grasses and such." I suggest you throw your sticky fire now, while the fire is still going."
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Hochmeister Godwin
Established
Knight of the Black Cross
Roleplay posts: 10
Allegiances: The Twin Cities, the Brotherhood
Place of Residence: The Twin Cities
Registered: Aug 18, 2023 17:25:51 GMT -5
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Post by Hochmeister Godwin on Sept 9, 2023 14:25:48 GMT -5
Godwin gave the order for his men to throw their flasks. Great spires of flame shot into the air as they found their marks. The orcs screamed in agony as they were burned alive. The smell was atrocious. The Brothers made short work of those orcs lucky enough not to be caught alight. Meanwhile the pikemen pushed forward, some of them broke ranks and drew their swords to join in on the carnage.
It was a mop-up operation now. In a short while the orcs were all but killed - hacked or burned to death. What few escaped would scatter to other regions.
Shortly after the battle, and while the Brothers were touring the field putting the orcs to death, Godwin surveyed the bloodied plain from atop his horse. "First battle?" he would ask Eskil. He was covered in thick, black blood, that of the orcs. Like the other Knights, he seemed unphased by the bloodshed. He was made for this, Eskil might think. The pike and crossbow mercenaries seemed to keep their distance from the Knights, despite being allies, and those who were nearby trembled in their boots.
"I will have the bodies moved and burned," he told Eskil. "Wouldn't want disease to cut your settlement here short."
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