TheOrk wrote:As Theodore battled one duel wielding opponent, another with a poleaxe charged him. In a red and black lightning strike, Valric hewed his arm off. Throwing his own opponent off with his shield, Theodore drove his sword into the gut of another soldier, looming over Valric. Laughing, the two knights moved back to back as another two more soldiers charged.
Location: Port Jozef
The enemy soldiers, whoever they were, were not top quality. Nor were they expecting an attack by armed men. When Theodore and the rest charged them, they were caught completely off guard and seven men were slain before they even raised a weapon. Ducking under a sword, Theodore thrust his own deep into his opponent’s belly. The man gave a slight moan and collapsed.
Not even taking a second to breath, the knight attacked another soldier. This one parried his first three strokes, but fell under a slash to his side. Hardly had the man fallen when another rushed Theodore. Caught off balance, things might have gone ill for the general, when Valric sliced off his arm.
“Thanks,” said Theodore. He quickly killed a man sneaking up behind Valric.
He looked around. Almost a score of enemy soldiers were now out. Three of his men had now fallen, but Theodore was amazed to have lost so few. The remaining forty or so men had backed up a bit and seemed uncertain as to what to do. Though they still outnumbered the Royal Knights, the swift felling of their comrades seemed to make the soldiers unwilling to engage them.
The soldiers didn’t need to worry about making a decision though. A horn blast echoed through the city, coming from the sea. At once the soldiers started marching toward their ships. All through out the city other groups of them did the same. It seemed that whatever their purpose was, it was accomplished.
Theodore didn’t plan on letting them go so easily. Motioning to the others he charged after the retreating backs of the soldiers.
The soldiers, upon seeing the Royal Knights come after them, started running. As they chased them through the city, Theodore called to Valric. “Try and take one of them alive. I want to know who they are.” The knight nodded.
The group slowly gained on the soldiers, whose handy work was now slowing them down. Finally, Valric grabbed the collar of the slowest soldier. Pulling them both to the ground he pressed his sword to the man’s neck. “Cry out and I’ll gut you.” Snarled Valric.
Theodore and his men passed them by and continued to chase the soldiers. They had to fall back though when the group came to the water. All seven hundred of the men had gathered there. Apart from the ones Theodore and Valric had dealt with, it seemed all had survived.
In groups of fifty the soldiers were transported back to the ships. None of them carried spoils of any sort. It seemed that they had only come here to burn the city down.
Theodore and his men stayed away from the soldiers, far too outnumbered to do anything, until only one group of soldiers still needed to be transported. Eight boats came to collect them. The last one though had a bit of trouble starting. The boat had been pulled to far up shore when it landed and now had to be pushed back into the water. This was what Theodore had been waiting for. Crying to his men he rushed the boat before it could reach the sea. Without the aid of their comrades, the eight men in the boat were swiftly felled. Theodore in his anger forgot to even save one for questioning.
The knight looked across the see. He saw the last boat being pulled onto a ship. Apparently they had either not noticed the missing boat or had been ordered to leave with all haste. With a final volley of flaming missiles, the ships set their sails and turned their sterns to Port Jozef.
As they faded from view, Theodore shook his fist at them. Who ever they were he would see to it that they were punished.
He turned around and looked at what was left of the city. Nothing. The fire had spread to all parts of the city leaving nothing untouched. Being a city mostly overlooked by the authorities, there were no castles or for that matter, any large stone buildings at all. Since it was abandoned to criminals Port Jozef had not grown, nor had it taken care of itself. Buildings had fallen apart; garbage tossed everywhere, the perfect firetrap. With no large river in the city, there had been place of refuge and no check for the fire. Of the thousands of inhabitants few had survived. The fire had claimed many, helped in part by the soldiers who held the gates against escape. The soldiers had also killed all they came across.
Still, a fair few had managed to leave the city. Either by smaller exits, or the through the gate Theodore opened, or by climbing over the walls. It was small comfort though. Port Jozef would never be rebuilt. Not only were there few inhabitants left, but also there was no reason really. The Royal Knights had many other ports, and Port Jozef had been nothing more than a huge thorn in the kings side for many a year. Some people would say the burning of Port Jozef was a job that needed to be done sometime; the fire merely took away the problem of doing it.
Few though held this view. Though a city ruled and filled by criminals, there had been many good folk. Folk who had tried hard to raise an honest living, despite living in a horrid city. Now, for those few who had survived, there was nothing.
Theodore saw Valric approaching, holding one of the enemy soldiers in front of him. Theodore looked at the soldier. “You had better explain this,” he said in an ice filled voice.
I build, therefore I am.
Brave words coming from a guy called grapenuts.