Chapter 6: No Limits
Jordan, along with about nine other warriors were lined
shoulder to shoulder and marching to the top of the hill. Once at the top, the ten warriors looked over
the scene of Charr blanketing the field of coals, dirt, and tar. Jordan raised his sword high into the air, and brought it
down with one swift slash. “Fire!” could
be heard behind them and then huge, smoking jars flew above their heads. With an explosion for every jar that hit, the
Charr seemed to have seen the ten warriors on the top of the him. Soon, what seemed to be like ants from high
above the fields turned and charged the hill.
All, of course, except the ones that fell from the barrage of
explosives. Soon some of the Charr was
within range of their archers to start shooting at the warriors.
“Shields up!” shouted Jordan to the other warriors,
however the people right behind them also put their shields, or whatever they
were holding, up to protect themselves from a barrage of arrows. Shortly, the arrows had reached their
targets, or rather their targets’ shields.
A couple of arrows did seem to find their way around the shields and
into feet or shoulders of the warriors, but nothing Medic, Ninji, and Slim
couldn’t heal right up.
“I think we have aggro!” shouted Spectre over the
commotion of the charging Charr.
“I think you’re right!” responded Jordan. With his
shield still up, he turned to Stone, who at that time had his eyes glowing
white with death and the smell of more death.
All Jordan did was nod to Stone, and Stone grinned. With that Grin, the hulking piece of rotting
meat and flesh standing next to Stone started running up the hill, leading the
way for the rest of the dozens of minions to follow. The minions had been
created from the Moa Birds and devourers that were passed along the way to the
battle. The good news about this
situation the KoV was in, is that there were no rules about having too many
minions, absorption counted toward everything, and all armor stacked. Stone had his own little army of Bone
Minions, Bone Horrors, Shambling Horrors, Bone Fiends, Vampiric Horrors, and
leading the way was good old fleshy, smelling as rotten as always. Following closely behind all of Stone’s
minions was the wave of Rangers and Paragons, who by now knew all they needed
to know about their profession that they will ever need.
From the view on top of the hill, Jordan was seeing the dozens of minions making their way
around the front line of warriors and colliding with the front line of
Charr. The minions, though, were not
like how you would see them in game. In
this situation they were ravage beasts, and Stone had the most bloodthirsty
minions of the guild. Fleshy ran
straight at one of the Charr, brought it’s pickaxe of an arm back, and impaled
the Charr beast through the temple, and out the other. The Vampiric Horrors actually were eating
their victims. Although the most vicious
of the minions was the Bone Fiend.
Primarily known for it’s distance attack from the game, these Bone Fiends
got right up close and personal. One
Fiend went right between two Charr, jumped up, and grabbed one of them by the
throat with it’s tail. The fiend used it
as an object to swing around on to get more speed with the bone stake that came
out of it’s tails as it twirled around and impaled the second Charr through
it’s chest plate. When the Bone Fiend
finally dismounted, it had killed two charr in one swift motion. And within seconds, those bodies provided
Stone with a pair of fresh minions.
The rangers, once in place at the top of the hill,
pulled out their bows, and a handful of arrows.
10, 15, even 20 arrows were launched at once, all hitting their
corresponding targets down the hill.
“Disables all preparations my ass,” stated Vali as he dipped his
arrowheads into lit kerosine, and launched them all at once. Each arrow hit a different target and some of
the arrows continued to set their target on fire.
Stone suddenly had a sinking feeling in the pit of
his stomach as his eyes returned to normal.
He had been waiting for that sudden burst of energy so that he could
raise a new minion to join the fight, and he was getting the energy, but not
the bodies. Further down the hill, monks
were catching up to smite the minions, for holy damage just ate those minions
up. “I’m losing minions!” Stone shouted
to Jordan in the front.
Jordan then turned to Argon, who was next to him, and
told him something that no one else could hear.
One would assume he whispered to him, however with all of the noise from
the battle, no one could hear anything below a soft roar.
Argon turned and ran back to the rest of the guild
down the hill as the front line closed together to make up for his
absence. “Baumer!” Argon shouted. “We need meteors on the Charr before the minions
completely die out.” With that, Baumer
gathered up hie elementalist squad and headed up the hill. “Medic, we need those catapults re-aligned so
we can continue bombarding, right now we’re shooting over their heads.” Medic
then raced to the catapults to realign them.
Argon ran back up the hill to rejoin the front line.
Baumer, along with Vanessa, Monty, Nuke, and other
guild members that were elementalists reached the top of the hill, and lined up
on either side of the warriors and rangers.
The full wrath of the elements were about to rain upon the charging
Charr. The sky above the army went dark
as storm clouds bellowed over them. The
temperature seemed to drop to a chilling temperature, and the ground beneath
them started to rumble. The rangers, who
have been showering arrows on the progressing army soon backed out in search of
higher ground on the ridge to the east of them so they can reach the casters
hiding in the back. Then, seeming almost
simultaneously, all of the attacks the elementalists were conjuring came to
life. The sky opened up as lightning
bolts speckled the army with their deadly strikes. The rocks fell through the clouds to bombard
the Charr army leaving, death, destruction, and flaming craters in their
path. The earth seemed to shake as it
opened up to reveal fiery pits, while the loose boulders started to roll all
around the ground, trampling anything in their path. Then the wind came. The wind came so fiercely, it knocked the
advancing army on the ground and froze them in place.
“Bodies!” exclaimed Stone with glee as his eyes
turned white yet again. All across the
battlefield the minions rose from the dead and attacking the Charr who were now
at a standstill.
The Rangers were now at a better perch and were
able to assassinate the monks, mesmers, necros, and elementalists from behind
the front line so that they were rendered useless. It was looking as though the once impossible
task of attacking an army that out numbered you 100 to 1 became a reality, and
not only a reality, but a victory as the Charr started to fall back to the
other side of the wall.
“They’re retreating!” shouted Jordan to the rest of the guild. A loud cheer from the ranks erupted when
hearing those words. The Knights of
Valis had been victorious, and it was achieved through the hours of careful
planning by the Jr. And Sr. Officers.
“My friends!” shouted Prince Rurik as he caught up
to the guild.
“About time!” remarked one of the KoV members
manning the catapults.
“You watch your tongue peasant!” ordered one of the
“He means nothing by it Prince,” stated Medic to
try and smooth over the situation.
“Trust me prince, we would not want you to be in much of a hurry in the
coming battles, for we want you safe.”
“What are you saying Valis Medic?” asked
Rurik. “Are you suggesting that I may
“Oh no, he’s just saying that there is no need for
you to get into unnecessary danger.” inserted Monty.
“God knows he’s a cowboy,” stated Jordan to Baumer next to him so that Rurik wouldn’t hear
“So I understand you fought back the second Carr
invasion,” Rurik recognized. “On behalf
of the people of Ascalon, I thank you.”
“But we’re not done yet,” reminded Burgon to Jordan. “We have
to get all the way to Rin.”
“What was that boy?” Asked Rurik.
Burgon gave Rurik a look, he was no child, he has the holes in his armor
to prove how many times he was shot with arrows. Burgon didn’t say anything, however, because
he knew that conflict was not something they needed at the time.
“He was wondering if we were going to chase after
the Charr army,” Baumer translated.
“While I do loath Charr, I think we should first
reinforce our defenses so that an invasion like this doesn’t happen
again.” Rurik said, and he started
explaining his plans on doing just that.
“I thought he wanted to attack, it was he who lead
the charge in the game.” inquired Burgon, this time softer so that he didn’t
get in trouble again.
“Screw this,” remarked Jordan impatiently.
Jordan then turned and started making his way down the
hill toward the wall to chase after the Charr.
Where are you going?” Rurik called.
“If you won’t attack the Charr, I will, it’s not
like you to let them leave with Ascalonians that have been prisoners since the
searing. We need to rescue them ane make
our way to Nolani Academy.” responded Jordan still walking.
Rurik took a moment to take in that information.
“Well hell, there went out secrecy.” Remarked Stone to Medic as they watched Jordan make a trail of footsteps. “Well I guess we better go too.” And with that, Stone whistled for his flesh
golem. A triceratops-like head rose
above a rock to look around for the source of the sound. Once it saw Stone, it moved out from behind a
rock and headed toward him. “Good
Fleshy,” said stone as he patted it on the shoulder, which was well over his
“What matter of hideous beasts is that!” shouted
Hearing this, Fleshy turned and started to charge
at Rurik as though it was insulted.
“Fleshy!” Shouted stone,
“No!” The flesh golem stopped, staring
at Rurik who was cowering behind his shield with his FDS drawn, ready for a
fight. Stone laughed at the sight, “Good
Fleshy, but not yet. Right now we have
to work WITH him.”
“Is that a threat?” threatened Rurik.
“No,” stated Jordan angrily as he turned around to
stare down Rurik. “That is not a threat,
that is a promise, because you will die, not by our hand, but by someone
“Jordan,” interrupted Medic.
“No, don’t ‘Jordan’ me, I’m pissed off.” responded Jordan. “You will
die, then become enslaved as ‘Undead Rurik’ and ask us to kill you to release
your soul so you can rest. So yes, we
will kill you, after you’re already dead.
Any more questions, prince?”
he said through clenched teeth. Rurik
just stood there in shock. “Good,
because right now I need to go north to find some flaming scepter mages and
oblisques so we can rescue prisoners, find the mouthpiece to that damn horn
teleport to Nolani, save Rin, and watch you and your father have a nice little
conversation. So if you excuse me!” With that Jordan stormed off.
“How do you know about the mouthpiece of the great
stormcaller?” asked Rurik to Jordan.
“Dude, remember how we know the future? Just trust us, okay?” Stone said to Rurik as they were standing
next to each other watching Jordan storm off.
Hearing this, Rurik turned to look at Stone, but then jumped at the
sight of Fleshy on the other side of him.
Stone chucked again and started chasing after Jordan, and the rest of the guild followed. Rurik realizing he was outnumbered in the
decision, and that KoV knew what the future held, he chased after them to tag
“You know, Stone,” Rurik said to try and start
conversation. “As a boy I spentB”
a boy I spent much time in these lands,’” Stone interrupted. “Yes, I know, I’ve heard it way too many damn
times. Rurik, do me a favor and shut up
will ya?” Rurik stopped walking for a
moment and opened his mouth to ask something, but before he could make a sound
Fleshy turned to Rurik and glared at him.
Rurik didn’t say another word for the rest of the journey.