"Drefan, if you will aid us, then we will help you find your wife." Dagon replied to the man, feeling sorry for him as his life burned around him.
But his pity was cut short, a group of fallen brandishing manacles, whips, and tridents were rushing them, they looked like slavers.
He reacted immediately, his newfound demonic reflexes nearly too much for him to handle. His speed threw him off balance, and led him to clumsily fall into the first of the demons.
Fuck... this will take a while to get used to he thought as he rolled aside to avoid the trident of one of the warriors. He drew his sword, and found it somewhat small compared to his new body. He cursed, and realized he might have to embrace his demonic gifts after all.
He rushed the first of the fallen, grabbed his trident, and threw it aside. He drove two of his talons into the warriors eye sockets, and ripped outwards with a sickening splurch, tearing off the flesh of his face as his hand retracted. The fallen collapsed, screaming in agony as it bled out. Dagon threw aside the skin, and bellowed at the warriors charging them.
To his surprise, it was not his language that came out, but a foreign, demonic language that escaped his lips. The fallen paused, and retreated once more, shaken from the experience.
"We won't be so lucky next time.. I think the only reason they're leaving is because their overseer is dead, as well as their shamans." Dagon said, his tactical mind already picking up various cues that he had learned from the Fallen warriors.
"But, we must depart. Drefan, lead the way to Cara's house, and we'll leave several of the soldiers we brought with us to protect her while we go to the keep."
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Dagon heard a man say from behind him, and whirled around to see a bloodied warrior rushing him with a knife. He paused a minute when Seddrick intervened, and cautioned him on his course of action. Dagon nodded at Seddrick, giving him his thanks, and proceeded to talk to the man himself.
"I'm not one of the demons that are trying to kill you, I was originally a warrior sent from Yarin to help liberate Olenta from the demons. Yarin was attacked as well, ands we believe that a common enemy is behind this all, the town of Sulvus. We had hoped to arrive in time to secure additional forces.... but it seems that won't be happening. Now, we're trying to work towards the castle keep, I know this may be a lot to take in at once, but we desperately need guidance, and it looks like you were one of the guardsmen here. Could you take us to the keep?" Dagon explained and asked, hoping that the man would trust them.
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Distracted by their exchange of loyalties, Dagon heard Azriel yell from across the street.
"Fuck, so that's who was left out here." he cursed, hoping his wounds were not too great. He rushed over to his comrade, completely forgetting that he was currently in the form of a demon, picked him up, and rushed him back to his companions, hoping that somebody could heal his wounds.
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"Wait, wait, wait. You're the son of a demon lord, whose minions we happen to be killing around here? Seriously, I should have never helped you out of that trap! Well, sure. You seem like a nice character, but that big tail of yours isn't the nicest thing around, you know? How do we know you're not going to turn on us when daddy comes around?" Ja'Quar said to him, the anger rising in his voice as he questioned Dagon.
"Well, I've never MET daddy before, So I really have no reason to turn on you. I curse him for putting this blood into me, it was a constant struggle when I was young just to stay human, and now it's all for nothing, NOTHING!!" he yelled the last part at the air, cursing his father, hoping he was listening.
"I am... sorry that I never told you this before, but I hadn't planned on running into a force of demons, let alone demons which seem to be minions of my father. But... my mind is still my own, even though my shape is not. Rest assured that I won't be turning on you." Dagon said, hoping to ease Ja'Quars tension.
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"Brother...I do not care if you are the son of Abbadon himself... you will always be my brother... and I will always be your greatest ally." Dagon was overjoyed to hear this, and also paused a minute to consider what had been said.
Dagon walked over, and hugged his brother.
"Dragnar... I think you've just had a moment of genius. It makes perfect sense now, I am most likely the son of Abbadon himself. Why else would I suddenly be changing around demons, unless these were his minions? "
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Dagon grinned, pleased that Jerfuth still stood with him.
"Thank you... brother." he clasped his hand in his, and gave it a hearty shake.
"Though, my transformation is not the same as yours. I've been a human all my life, now, for some reason..... it's like my father is reaching out to me, slowly changing me, warping me into a different form. I don't know why, but we must be wary." he said, considering what other gifts he may receive in time, and if he would want to remain human once the full power of a demon was within his grasp.
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"Of course. I have no reason to remain in this town. Are there anymore of your party coming?" He inquired
"Two more remain outside, it's about time we go help them." Dagon said, hoping his comrades had sufficient time to prepare whatever it was they were planning.
"We must help them! They surely can't win this one on their own!" Dagon marely nodded at the druid, and rushed out to meet the fallen with him. "Comrades, we must charge the keep, the lord may still have men there!" he yelled back into the church as he rushed out.
He immediately caught one of the fallen with his sword, decapitating it with one fell swing. He reversed his grip, and drove the tip into the gut of a fallen behind him. He felt invigorated after each kill, more alive as blood was spilled by his hands. He looked down at his hands, they were changing once more, just like they had before they entered the church.
No... father... he's reaching out to me he thought to himself, silently cursing his heritage. He kept his grip on his blade, refusing to resort to his natural weapons to take lives. He fought onwards, trying to will himself back to humanity, but the changes were now occuring faster and faster. His muscles tightened, his hearing sharpened, he could feel the heartbeats of enemies not within view, he was becoming that which was bred into him: a demon.
He fell to the ground, spitting out a black liquid as his skin writhed underneath his armor. Spikes of bone protruded from his fingers, and a tail was beginning to pierce through the leather of his leg guards. He screamed, an inhuman scream that the fallen nearby recognized. The fallen nearby fled, rushing out of the town as hastily as they could.
Dagon panted on the ground, the changes beginning to subside. He looked at his comrades, wondering what they would say next. He could no longer keep his birth a secret from them.
"There's no easy way to say this... but I'm the son of a demon lord." he said, hoping his comrades wouldn't turn on him. "If you're still with me, we've got a lord to rescue, and demons to slaughter."
He looked over at his brother, feeling regret for deceiving him for so long. I am sorry...
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Dagon bashed on the doors for what seemed an eternity, the soldiers held back the waves of fallen as he and his battered comrades crowded near the doors.
Then, salvation. A lone monk threw open the doors and beckoned them inside.
"Everyone in the church!" Dagon bellowed, signaling that they were to rest within the church, and salvage some kind of plan to make this mission a success. He had the soldiers hold the line as his other comrades rushed inside, once they were within the walls of the church, the soldiers rushed in, and closed shut the oaken doors. Only two remained outside, they were probably planning something.
"Thank y-" Dagons was rendered speechless at the scene within the church. Countless survivors, all dead. Their bodies decayed by poisons, time, and the strains of war. The monk was the only man left, standing within these ruins.
"I'm... so sorry." Dagon said to the man, offering whatever condolences he could.
"I know it may be rather... disrespectful to ask you such a thing at such a time, but, as the only local we've found, we need your help. We were on a mission to come liberate the town, but, as it seems, we are too late. We need to get to the keep of the castle to find the lord of this town, or what remains of him. Can you help us?" Dagon asked the monk, praying he was still able to fight for his town.
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Dagon heard more howls and clashing blades from one of the alleyways, noting it was the one that Ja'quar has picked out.
Still working his magic he thought to himself, grinning.
He saw Jerfuth enter a house, Seddrick in tow. Seddrick yelled from the house, Dagon could not make out his cry. He rushed in, wondering what has befallen the pair. He saw Jerfuth bloodied and slumped against a wall, Seddrick trying desperately to lift the druid.
"Please, help me. We need to take Jerfuth to the church!"
Dagon nodded at Seddrick, as he made to pick up the druid.
Dagon slung one of his arms around him, and heaved upwards.
Walking outside, he yelled to the rest of his companions.
"We need to fall back to the church, get the soldiers to cover us!" he yelled, as he and the rest of the group ran for the church.
As they approached, he noticed the doors were closed shut, and a light flickered inside. He went to open them, but they were barred from the inside.
Survivors he thought to himself.
"LET US IN, WE NEED IN!!!" he yelled at the massive oak doors, praying somebody would open them.
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Dagon gripped his longsword with both hands, and braced his gauntleted arm to take the brunt of the oncoming charge. The fallen came closer, but were stopped in their tracks by Vakar. A firestorm rained down upon them, cooking their flesh and sending the imps scurrying away. Flaming rocks plummeted to the ground, sending several of the imps flying into buildings, dead. Ja'quar ran off in the chaos, Dagon hoped his trap would be set.
Unphased, the imps behind them vaulted over the charred corpses of their comrades and pressed the charge. Dagon felt a sudden chill rush around him as Seddrick chanted a spell. Distracted, Dagon did not notice one of the fallen reach him and strike a blow. It froze solid where it stood. Dagon lashed out with a kick, and shattered the imp.
"Thanks Seddrick!" Dagon yelled as he kept his gaze forward, not wanting a repeat of that incident. Dagon threw himself at the nearest fallen, just as it leaped at him. The force of his metal clad arm sent the fallen sprawling, just as an arrow pierced it's chest.
He rushed forwards, slicing through the gut of the nearest fallen, Spilling its entrails across the street. Several imps ran off into an alleyway, only to be met by a horde of undead. Their screams pierced the air, unnerving the rest of their comrades. Dagon used this to his advantage, he pressed forwards, parrying a club, and kicking out the legs of the Fallen who attacked him. He drove his blade down into the chest of the warrior, snuffing out his life.
The rest of the imps lay dead, or dying, as Dagons comrades mopped up the rest of the opposition. Once the streets lay silent, Dagon had to formulate a plan.
"Well... looks like this won't be going as we had planned." he said, "the two places we should check for survivors would be the church, and the castle keep. We'll make our way to the church first, leave half of the soldiers we brought with any survivors, and then take any able bodied citizens to check the castle." Dagon said, impressed with his split second planning.
He pointed at the group of soldiers that would be guarding the church, if they found any survivors. They nodded, and prepared for the march to the church.
"Be on your guard, there will no doubt be more Fallen in the streets."
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"evil is coming" shouted their new companion, she fainted soon after. This greatly disturbed Dagon, as this witch was obviously very powerful, who else could literally stop the flow of time.
"Dear leader. You know, I'm not entirely sure about this brunt attack. Well, not for me that is. I think I can help you more when..."
Ja'quar was cut off mid sentence, as Azriel's ear ruptured, and poured blood onto his hands. He stood there in disbelief, screaming.
What the fuck is coming... Dagon thought to himself, what could cause this much dismay and disorder among the group.
"...when I trap the ones fleeing the scene. Just send a small party to the forests between Olenta and Melayu, it'll be fun." "Anyway Dagon, what say ye?" finished Ja'quar.
"Well have to see what happens as we get closer, I'm expecting for us to arrive in the midst of battle, the Fallen should still be outside the town walls, as long as we can flank one of their battle camps, we'll be fine. But, if you want to try to execute this plan near the edge of one of the camps, it'll work just as well." Dagon said, not wanting to spread the group out too far.
The soldiers nearby stood on guard, the shrieking coming from the west, near the town of Olenta. They marched closer and closer to the town, and saw nothing. The walls were unmanned, the fields were clean, nobody was in sight. They reached the gates, hesitant to open them, Dagon took a moment to prepare himself for whatever may lie within the castle walls.
He took a deep breath, and threw open the town gates. He was greeted corpses, near endless corpses strewn about the street. Fallen warriors were feasting on the bodies, indulging in the spoils of war. They paused and looked up as the group entered the town, they howled, and charged the warriors.
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"What I want is revenge. What I need are companions, and you two see more than fit. I'm surprised that you didn't run away like the last troupe of soldiers that encountered me. I am Azriel, son of the god who gave me that name. He sent an angel to free me from my prison... he will join us later if time permits." Said the man as they approached. Dagon found him... out of place enough to be believable. Yet, he still looked at the man with suspicion. What the hell is the son of an angel doing here...
Dagon chuckled to himself, suddenly realizing that he himself, the son of a demon, was proof that such odd things could come to pass.
"Well... I find myself reluctant to accept help from one such as yourself, but, we need all the help we can get. Sounds to me you want revenge on the same man we're going after, so, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, I guess."
Dagon held his hand out to shake the man's hand.
"Welcome aboard then, we're on our way to liberate the town of Olenta from demons, we'll need your help if you plan on getting revenge."
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"Fucking horse.." grumbled Dagon as his steed plodded forwards down the road to Olenta. It was a bumpy ride, but it sure beat walking.
Others had been loaded into the wagons and carts they were bringing, and some rode on horses. The lord of Yarin had sent a small detachment of soldiers along with them to help guard them on their path, and to help in the retaking of Olenta. 50 of the most skilled soldiers accompanied them, the lord had confidence enough in their abilities, as well as the defences of Olenta, to justify sending such a small force.
"We should be there within the hour, under the cover of darkness. With any luck, we'll be able to ambush the camps of the fallen and eliminate any leaders we find. Once their forces are thrown into chaos, we'll be able to easily mop them up." Dagon said as the plan formulated in his head. Despite coming from such a non-militaristic background, Dagon was developing into an effective tactician.
Must be my dad's side... Dagon thought to himself, remembering the incident back in Yarin.
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Dagon thrust his sword into the air and bellowed at the onrushing fallen as Dragnar inspired the nearby warriors with his speech, hopefully it would be enough to win the day.
"What the fuck happened back there." "Remember when mom and dad told you I wasn't ... normal? Well, I think it might finally be coming back to bite me in the ass." Dagon replied, hoping his demonic heritage wasn't stirring.
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He stared ahead as the next wave of fallen, and hopefully the last, came towards them. The guards unleashed volleys of arrows, stemming the tide and thinning the hordes, pushing the front line further back as they charged onwards.
They reached the gate within minutes, and flowed through the meet the warriors.They clashed for hours, neither line gaining or giving ground as demonic, and human warriors fell on both sides. Near midday, cavalry arrived from the outlying town of Olenta, plunging into the fallen lines, and breaking through to reach the town. With their help, the guard and citizens of Yarin pushed back the fallen, and won the battle.
However, grave news was being brought from Olenta. The riders had come to inform Yarin that they too had been besieged by fallen, as did the citizens of Menayu. The only town that wasn't attacked, it seems, was the town of Sulvus. It all fell into place for the fugitives with the news: the note they had found on board their prison ship had mentioned funds being transferred to the slavers from a town called Sulvus, obviously they were to serve as sacrifices to summon more demonic troops.
With the town of Yarin in turmoil, and Menyau and Olenta under seige, the lord had no choice but to send troops to help stabilize the region, and possible gain allies in the coming conflict with Sulvus.
The group of fugitives was one of the first to be asked, they had proved their worth in battle, and now had reason to seek revenge on the town of Sulvus. They accepted, after agreeing to a hefty sum of money for each of them as a reward.
The plan being set in motion was to send the group to the town of Olenta, while the lord's men would assault the town of Menayu. With any luck, this dual-assault would split the demonic forces, cause disarray, and win both battles for them.
Within the hour, the group had packed up their few belongings, and was on the road to the town of Olenta, hoping that they were not too late to intervene.
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But his pity was cut short, a group of fallen brandishing manacles, whips, and tridents were rushing them, they looked like slavers.
He reacted immediately, his newfound demonic reflexes nearly too much for him to handle. His speed threw him off balance, and led him to clumsily fall into the first of the demons.
Fuck... this will take a while to get used to he thought as he rolled aside to avoid the trident of one of the warriors. He drew his sword, and found it somewhat small compared to his new body. He cursed, and realized he might have to embrace his demonic gifts after all.
He rushed the first of the fallen, grabbed his trident, and threw it aside. He drove two of his talons into the warriors eye sockets, and ripped outwards with a sickening splurch, tearing off the flesh of his face as his hand retracted. The fallen collapsed, screaming in agony as it bled out. Dagon threw aside the skin, and bellowed at the warriors charging them.
To his surprise, it was not his language that came out, but a foreign, demonic language that escaped his lips. The fallen paused, and retreated once more, shaken from the experience.
"We won't be so lucky next time.. I think the only reason they're leaving is because their overseer is dead, as well as their shamans." Dagon said, his tactical mind already picking up various cues that he had learned from the Fallen warriors.
"But, we must depart. Drefan, lead the way to Cara's house, and we'll leave several of the soldiers we brought with us to protect her while we go to the keep."
Dagon heard a man say from behind him, and whirled around to see a bloodied warrior rushing him with a knife. He paused a minute when Seddrick intervened, and cautioned him on his course of action. Dagon nodded at Seddrick, giving him his thanks, and proceeded to talk to the man himself.
"I'm not one of the demons that are trying to kill you, I was originally a warrior sent from Yarin to help liberate Olenta from the demons. Yarin was attacked as well, ands we believe that a common enemy is behind this all, the town of Sulvus. We had hoped to arrive in time to secure additional forces.... but it seems that won't be happening. Now, we're trying to work towards the castle keep, I know this may be a lot to take in at once, but we desperately need guidance, and it looks like you were one of the guardsmen here. Could you take us to the keep?" Dagon explained and asked, hoping that the man would trust them.
"Fuck, so that's who was left out here." he cursed, hoping his wounds were not too great. He rushed over to his comrade, completely forgetting that he was currently in the form of a demon, picked him up, and rushed him back to his companions, hoping that somebody could heal his wounds.
"Well, I've never MET daddy before, So I really have no reason to turn on you. I curse him for putting this blood into me, it was a constant struggle when I was young just to stay human, and now it's all for nothing, NOTHING!!" he yelled the last part at the air, cursing his father, hoping he was listening.
"I am... sorry that I never told you this before, but I hadn't planned on running into a force of demons, let alone demons which seem to be minions of my father. But... my mind is still my own, even though my shape is not. Rest assured that I won't be turning on you." Dagon said, hoping to ease Ja'Quars tension.
Dagon walked over, and hugged his brother.
"Dragnar... I think you've just had a moment of genius. It makes perfect sense now, I am most likely the son of Abbadon himself. Why else would I suddenly be changing around demons, unless these were his minions? "
"Thank you... brother." he clasped his hand in his, and gave it a hearty shake.
"Though, my transformation is not the same as yours. I've been a human all my life, now, for some reason..... it's like my father is reaching out to me, slowly changing me, warping me into a different form. I don't know why, but we must be wary." he said, considering what other gifts he may receive in time, and if he would want to remain human once the full power of a demon was within his grasp.
"Two more remain outside, it's about time we go help them." Dagon said, hoping his comrades had sufficient time to prepare whatever it was they were planning.
"We must help them! They surely can't win this one on their own!" Dagon marely nodded at the druid, and rushed out to meet the fallen with him. "Comrades, we must charge the keep, the lord may still have men there!" he yelled back into the church as he rushed out.
He immediately caught one of the fallen with his sword, decapitating it with one fell swing. He reversed his grip, and drove the tip into the gut of a fallen behind him. He felt invigorated after each kill, more alive as blood was spilled by his hands. He looked down at his hands, they were changing once more, just like they had before they entered the church.
No... father... he's reaching out to me he thought to himself, silently cursing his heritage. He kept his grip on his blade, refusing to resort to his natural weapons to take lives. He fought onwards, trying to will himself back to humanity, but the changes were now occuring faster and faster. His muscles tightened, his hearing sharpened, he could feel the heartbeats of enemies not within view, he was becoming that which was bred into him: a demon.
He fell to the ground, spitting out a black liquid as his skin writhed underneath his armor. Spikes of bone protruded from his fingers, and a tail was beginning to pierce through the leather of his leg guards. He screamed, an inhuman scream that the fallen nearby recognized. The fallen nearby fled, rushing out of the town as hastily as they could.
Dagon panted on the ground, the changes beginning to subside. He looked at his comrades, wondering what they would say next. He could no longer keep his birth a secret from them.
"There's no easy way to say this... but I'm the son of a demon lord." he said, hoping his comrades wouldn't turn on him. "If you're still with me, we've got a lord to rescue, and demons to slaughter."
He looked over at his brother, feeling regret for deceiving him for so long.
I am sorry...
Then, salvation. A lone monk threw open the doors and beckoned them inside.
"Everyone in the church!" Dagon bellowed, signaling that they were to rest within the church, and salvage some kind of plan to make this mission a success. He had the soldiers hold the line as his other comrades rushed inside, once they were within the walls of the church, the soldiers rushed in, and closed shut the oaken doors. Only two remained outside, they were probably planning something.
"Thank y-" Dagons was rendered speechless at the scene within the church. Countless survivors, all dead. Their bodies decayed by poisons, time, and the strains of war. The monk was the only man left, standing within these ruins.
"I'm... so sorry." Dagon said to the man, offering whatever condolences he could.
"I know it may be rather... disrespectful to ask you such a thing at such a time, but, as the only local we've found, we need your help. We were on a mission to come liberate the town, but, as it seems, we are too late. We need to get to the keep of the castle to find the lord of this town, or what remains of him. Can you help us?" Dagon asked the monk, praying he was still able to fight for his town.
Still working his magic he thought to himself, grinning.
He saw Jerfuth enter a house, Seddrick in tow. Seddrick yelled from the house, Dagon could not make out his cry. He rushed in, wondering what has befallen the pair. He saw Jerfuth bloodied and slumped against a wall, Seddrick trying desperately to lift the druid.
"Please, help me. We need to take Jerfuth to the church!"
Dagon nodded at Seddrick, as he made to pick up the druid.
Dagon slung one of his arms around him, and heaved upwards.
Walking outside, he yelled to the rest of his companions.
"We need to fall back to the church, get the soldiers to cover us!" he yelled, as he and the rest of the group ran for the church.
As they approached, he noticed the doors were closed shut, and a light flickered inside. He went to open them, but they were barred from the inside.
Survivors he thought to himself.
"LET US IN, WE NEED IN!!!" he yelled at the massive oak doors, praying somebody would open them.
Unphased, the imps behind them vaulted over the charred corpses of their comrades and pressed the charge. Dagon felt a sudden chill rush around him as Seddrick chanted a spell. Distracted, Dagon did not notice one of the fallen reach him and strike a blow. It froze solid where it stood. Dagon lashed out with a kick, and shattered the imp.
"Thanks Seddrick!" Dagon yelled as he kept his gaze forward, not wanting a repeat of that incident. Dagon threw himself at the nearest fallen, just as it leaped at him. The force of his metal clad arm sent the fallen sprawling, just as an arrow pierced it's chest.
He rushed forwards, slicing through the gut of the nearest fallen, Spilling its entrails across the street. Several imps ran off into an alleyway, only to be met by a horde of undead. Their screams pierced the air, unnerving the rest of their comrades. Dagon used this to his advantage, he pressed forwards, parrying a club, and kicking out the legs of the Fallen who attacked him. He drove his blade down into the chest of the warrior, snuffing out his life.
The rest of the imps lay dead, or dying, as Dagons comrades mopped up the rest of the opposition. Once the streets lay silent, Dagon had to formulate a plan.
"Well... looks like this won't be going as we had planned." he said, "the two places we should check for survivors would be the church, and the castle keep. We'll make our way to the church first, leave half of the soldiers we brought with any survivors, and then take any able bodied citizens to check the castle." Dagon said, impressed with his split second planning.
He pointed at the group of soldiers that would be guarding the church, if they found any survivors. They nodded, and prepared for the march to the church.
"Be on your guard, there will no doubt be more Fallen in the streets."
"Dear leader. You know, I'm not entirely sure about this brunt attack. Well, not for me that is. I think I can help you more when..."
Ja'quar was cut off mid sentence, as Azriel's ear ruptured, and poured blood onto his hands. He stood there in disbelief, screaming.
What the fuck is coming... Dagon thought to himself, what could cause this much dismay and disorder among the group.
"...when I trap the ones fleeing the scene. Just send a small party to the forests between Olenta and Melayu, it'll be fun."
"Anyway Dagon, what say ye?" finished Ja'quar.
"Well have to see what happens as we get closer, I'm expecting for us to arrive in the midst of battle, the Fallen should still be outside the town walls, as long as we can flank one of their battle camps, we'll be fine. But, if you want to try to execute this plan near the edge of one of the camps, it'll work just as well." Dagon said, not wanting to spread the group out too far.
The soldiers nearby stood on guard, the shrieking coming from the west, near the town of Olenta. They marched closer and closer to the town, and saw nothing. The walls were unmanned, the fields were clean, nobody was in sight. They reached the gates, hesitant to open them, Dagon took a moment to prepare himself for whatever may lie within the castle walls.
He took a deep breath, and threw open the town gates. He was greeted corpses, near endless corpses strewn about the street. Fallen warriors were feasting on the bodies, indulging in the spoils of war. They paused and looked up as the group entered the town, they howled, and charged the warriors.
I'm surprised that you didn't run away like the last troupe of soldiers that encountered me. I am Azriel, son of the god who gave me that name. He sent an angel to free me from my prison... he will join us later if time permits."
Said the man as they approached. Dagon found him... out of place enough to be believable. Yet, he still looked at the man with suspicion. What the hell is the son of an angel doing here...
Dagon chuckled to himself, suddenly realizing that he himself, the son of a demon, was proof that such odd things could come to pass.
"Well... I find myself reluctant to accept help from one such as yourself, but, we need all the help we can get. Sounds to me you want revenge on the same man we're going after, so, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, I guess."
Dagon held his hand out to shake the man's hand.
"Welcome aboard then, we're on our way to liberate the town of Olenta from demons, we'll need your help if you plan on getting revenge."
"Be wary... this could be a trap." he said to the rest of the group, and to the numerous soldiers standing by.
"Something you wanted, friend?" Dagon yelled cautiously towards the figure, not wanting to get too close in the event of an ambush.
Others had been loaded into the wagons and carts they were bringing, and some rode on horses. The lord of Yarin had sent a small detachment of soldiers along with them to help guard them on their path, and to help in the retaking of Olenta. 50 of the most skilled soldiers accompanied them, the lord had confidence enough in their abilities, as well as the defences of Olenta, to justify sending such a small force.
"We should be there within the hour, under the cover of darkness. With any luck, we'll be able to ambush the camps of the fallen and eliminate any leaders we find. Once their forces are thrown into chaos, we'll be able to easily mop them up." Dagon said as the plan formulated in his head. Despite coming from such a non-militaristic background, Dagon was developing into an effective tactician.
Must be my dad's side... Dagon thought to himself, remembering the incident back in Yarin.
"What the fuck happened back there."
"Remember when mom and dad told you I wasn't ... normal? Well, I think it might finally be coming back to bite me in the ass." Dagon replied, hoping his demonic heritage wasn't stirring.
End of Chapter 2
He stared ahead as the next wave of fallen, and hopefully the last, came towards them. The guards unleashed volleys of arrows, stemming the tide and thinning the hordes, pushing the front line further back as they charged onwards.
They reached the gate within minutes, and flowed through the meet the warriors.They clashed for hours, neither line gaining or giving ground as demonic, and human warriors fell on both sides. Near midday, cavalry arrived from the outlying town of Olenta, plunging into the fallen lines, and breaking through to reach the town. With their help, the guard and citizens of Yarin pushed back the fallen, and won the battle.
However, grave news was being brought from Olenta. The riders had come to inform Yarin that they too had been besieged by fallen, as did the citizens of Menayu. The only town that wasn't attacked, it seems, was the town of Sulvus. It all fell into place for the fugitives with the news: the note they had found on board their prison ship had mentioned funds being transferred to the slavers from a town called Sulvus, obviously they were to serve as sacrifices to summon more demonic troops.
With the town of Yarin in turmoil, and Menyau and Olenta under seige, the lord had no choice but to send troops to help stabilize the region, and possible gain allies in the coming conflict with Sulvus.
The group of fugitives was one of the first to be asked, they had proved their worth in battle, and now had reason to seek revenge on the town of Sulvus. They accepted, after agreeing to a hefty sum of money for each of them as a reward.
The plan being set in motion was to send the group to the town of Olenta, while the lord's men would assault the town of Menayu. With any luck, this dual-assault would split the demonic forces, cause disarray, and win both battles for them.
Within the hour, the group had packed up their few belongings, and was on the road to the town of Olenta, hoping that they were not too late to intervene.