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Post by Tuyet on May 18, 2007 0:11:57 GMT -5
Just after midnight, a hail of burning arrows are launched into the Norse camp, and most are aimed at either tents or supplies. Inside the city, all ammunition, supplies, and valuables that can be carried are loaded into what carts and packs people possess and quietly taken out of the city. What the Russians cannot carry away, with an almost inhuman ruthlessness they together with the ammunition and put to the torch in the center of the city. For anyone who did not speak Russian or did not take the whisper instruction seriously, the once proud city would be a crackling Hell.
Knowing of the approaching weather, the Russians gathered to form a defensive line around a former bunker. While they form a line miles away from the city, send the women, valuables, children, and the ailing deeper into the heart of the nation, the remaining warriors and armed civilians wait with grim determination for "General Winter" to land a fierce stroke with the blizzard the clouds threatened. Messengers on swift horses also ride out toward Moscow to seek reinforcements. If the remnants and weather can slow the Norse down, there will be a full scale battle between the two armies.
In the mean time, the Norse would be met with fire, theft, and traps at every time they stopped to blink or rest.
"Here, have a nice little fire to warm your bones by," an older warrior laughs bitterly in his native tongue.
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Post by Adris on May 18, 2007 2:02:42 GMT -5
The Vikings were caught by surprise, but not with thier pants down. Many of them rushed out battle axes and arrows in hand ready to beat back the opposition. It appeared that the people of Russia were without higher tech weapontry as well, which made sense since Russia was hit hardest during the World War.
The call was already sent out to the military base, tanks and morters were on the way for the counter attack, the Vikings had to only hold them off. Britt forgot about Mikhail, he could burn in the tent, he could run, his fate mattered not to her at this point. It was for her fathers glory that she had to strike now. Grabbing her armor she ran outside the tent to dress, she hoped that her men could get into fighting form with few losses.
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Post by Tuyet on May 18, 2007 12:55:02 GMT -5
"Look out!" calls Kaja just before several gunman fire at those around Britt.
It seems the Russians who possessed ranged attacks would focus on whoever they thought likely be in charge, regardless of gender or age. There is only about six gunmen, but there are more using bows, so it would be very dangerous to step up as leader without a place to hide behind.
Meanwhile, Mikhail slips out of the tent, armed with a knife he'd found inside. Cursing to himself in Russian, he searches where the captives' weapons where kept for his handgun. Finding it, he fishes out two clips of bullets and approaches Britt with a slight smirk. "If you're going to take over, you'll be shot to pieces unless you or someone near you can shoot back. Time to either learn the hard way how to handle a gun or trust me."
Aleksei, Kaja's prisoner, uses the confusion to try to slip away from the Norse so that he can find a way back to the Russian lines without being killed.
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Post by Adris on May 21, 2007 19:30:05 GMT -5
She looks strangly at Mikhail for a second and eventually just figures he is going for the best route to getting his freedom. She nods to him and her group puts thier shields up. The archers of the base fire back at the shooters, even trying to shoot through the burning tents to give thier opponents a taste of thier own medicine.
"You shoot, I cut, we will talk about letting you go with honor later if you don't run and we make it through this."
A horn was blown signaling one of the messengers made it through, now they only had to hold out until her father and the main force arrived. She just simply cannot believe the sentries didn't catch this large a strike force, or perhaps they did and were cut down.
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Post by Tuyet on May 25, 2007 22:27:52 GMT -5
Mikhail doesn't reply, just grits his teeth, and focuses on shooting. It's unclear what he's thinking at that moment, or for that matter if he's really thinking about anything other than the battle. At least from the outside, that appears to be the case.
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While the long-range fighters concern themselves with firing upon the Norse archers, the mellee combatents await their turn.
"I wonder if the new generals are going to be arriving soon," one soldier says to another with surprising calmness.
"Shut up, and keep your fool head down if you don't want to lose it," replies the other Russian.
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Post by Adris on May 25, 2007 22:41:15 GMT -5
Britt charges the Russian archers, even with her scale mail she takes a bolt to the leg just misses temporarily crippling her. After battles she would think of how people before the war thought how great guns were, but old armors would block magnum bullets and get slaughtered by regular bows and arrows. She didn't want to die though, so decided to fall behind her shield while the others fired away at the enemy. She didn't even think to look after Mikhail, it would be simple enough for him to get a quick shot in on her if he wished.
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Riding up on an Arabic horse was the mortal form of Ares, dressed in very impressive Grecian war attire. In his hand was a striking spear, one built for multiple uses upon a horsetop. It has a design that only a God could have perfected, and luckily enough for Ares, he had a God to do just that.
"Ah, the field is beautiful huh Athena? What would you like me to call you anyway? Can't be referring to our real names in the mortal realm, something about balance or some such nonsense."
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Post by Multi-Facets on May 25, 2007 23:47:21 GMT -5
Athena stared upon the brutal, warring masses, the spilled blood, the mercilessness, the confusion. Only Ares could find it beautiful. How she wished Apollo and Artemis could be there, to assist with their own bows. To dispense a god's justice on the wrongdoers.
Mostly she wished Nike and Tyche were there to assist her as well.
"Call me Velia, then," she said quietly, invoking the name derived from the Roman word for "concealed". She hefted her spear and shield. "And what should I call you, uncle?"
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Post by Adris on Jun 1, 2007 0:00:11 GMT -5
Ares simply smiled as he watched the two armies tearing at one another. The Vikings would win, his stratagy was made specifically for them to win this first battle. After that he would try an old Russian stratagy that works against invading hordes like a charm.
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Britt started to feel the opponent slow down, what she didn't know is that is because reinforcements have just arrived to the rear. All she could do at that point is what she was trianed too, she came out from behind her shield and charged the nearest enemy attacker.
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Post by Tuyet on Jun 3, 2007 21:34:33 GMT -5
Britt's feeling about the Russian attack could not have been more wrong. The instant the Norse were close enough to strike before their sheer numbers could be noticed, the Russian melee fighters surged forward, striking as one. Whatever advance the Norse might have been making progress along, they find themself stopped with a wall of steel. Every time a Russian went down, the hole in the line was immediately plugged. The re-enforcements break into a rapid sprint, performing a sudden charge against the enemy's right flank. This causes the attack to resemble the swinging of a gate, and any Viking who seperated from the main group was picked off by the snipers.
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Post by Multi-Facets on Jun 5, 2007 0:06:21 GMT -5
Among the Russians, no one really noticed the tall woman with weaponry that was decidedly out of place. Her spear alternately slashed and pierced through armor, and her shield seemed to freeze whoever was unlucky enough to look right in the eyes of the engraved head before she bashed their ribs in.
Athena couldn't spare much power to disguise herself, focused as she was on the battle, but it was sufficient.
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Post by Adris on Jun 13, 2007 23:31:09 GMT -5
Ares was about to charge the Viking camp himself when he heard the bloodcry that reminded him of Troy. Barbarians, they are too hard to predict, looking like you have beaten them never seemed to be enough. All of a sudden from the Eastern front came the sound of tanks firing upon the Russian archers, and from the South was a tribe of Vikings that had yet to enter the frey. For some reason thier need to make war seemed stronger then the usual barbarian, like some mystical source is guiding thier actions.
"Velia! We will make our strike next time around, no reason to die this soon."
He knew for a fact that they couldn't physically die in the mortal realm, but they couldn't very well keep participating in this war if they are seen decapitated in battle.
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Britt panicked about the new tactic in the Russian war front, simply fighting to stay alive. When she heard the telltale sounds of tank fire though she grinned wildly. Now all those in the middle had to do was stay alive, the reinforcements have arrived, and they weren't even in full force yet.
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Post by Multi-Facets on Jun 14, 2007 1:49:07 GMT -5
"Whatever you wish," Athena shouted back. "I will stay and fight!"
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Post by Tuyet on Jun 14, 2007 20:21:42 GMT -5
There comes answering fire from an upcoming group of Russian tanks, and the Russians continue their assault, regardless of the casualties. From the south comes the resounding roar of artillery fire as the Viking reinforcements came within range of an old fort that had been converted into a more modern arsenal.
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