The battle waged on, both sides wearing themselves down. The Oban forces were dwindling, but the general and her men pressed on; to the death was all she could think about, and her men had her back.
Naria circled around the resistance forces encouraging their efforts to drive out the opposing earthlings, but something had caught her eye. Was it more reinforcements she saw advancing from behind the enemy lines? No… It was a band of men, royals, towing the royal seal and a flag of white.
“General Talia, call off your men. Retreat back to the camp and wait for my command.” called one of the men adorned with a great many metals; suited in fine battle garb and armed with an ornate weapon; both functional and fashionable.
Much to her displeasure the general called for her troops to fall back, as the royals advanced forward undoubtedly announcing their surrender.
Naria couldn’t help but feel the savagery still brewing inside of her; all the years of enslavement these people had caused her own to suffer… It didn’t seem fair that they could just fall back and let diplomacy run its course. Raising her spear she called out, “We should not let these monsters get away with what suffering they’ve caused us; caused us all!” She pointed her spear forward, “Chase them down and let us never have to live in fear of the Obans causing another uprising!”
There was a bit of hesitation as the resistance soldiers continued their advance, but the royals parted to reveal two familiar figures; Besian and Freya.
“Tendaji, I implore you; please stop this. We have made our point… And we believe it was well received.” Freya spoke loud and firm to the soldiers, while turning a glance to her husband.
“Now is the time for diplomacy. Let us show the enemy that we are strong yet compassionate. The Oban’s will be held responsible for the grievances they have caused, but we are making no advances by furthering this blood shed… We can end this, but not by the tip of our swords or the blunt of our hilts; we will end this with quill and ink. We will make this right for all and restore tendaji to the peaceful lands we have come to know as home.”
There was a still across the resistance lines. Freya and Bestian held the eyes of Naria, could see her pain, and finally she relented. Lowering her spear she pulled back on her Yaotl’s reins, “Tendaji… Fall back to camp… We shall hear out what these men have to say.”
The battle has ended! Please move back to the Non-Battle thread for the last round of posts.
Naria circled around the resistance forces encouraging their efforts to drive out the opposing earthlings, but something had caught her eye. Was it more reinforcements she saw advancing from behind the enemy lines? No… It was a band of men, royals, towing the royal seal and a flag of white.
“General Talia, call off your men. Retreat back to the camp and wait for my command.” called one of the men adorned with a great many metals; suited in fine battle garb and armed with an ornate weapon; both functional and fashionable.
Much to her displeasure the general called for her troops to fall back, as the royals advanced forward undoubtedly announcing their surrender.
Naria couldn’t help but feel the savagery still brewing inside of her; all the years of enslavement these people had caused her own to suffer… It didn’t seem fair that they could just fall back and let diplomacy run its course. Raising her spear she called out, “We should not let these monsters get away with what suffering they’ve caused us; caused us all!” She pointed her spear forward, “Chase them down and let us never have to live in fear of the Obans causing another uprising!”
There was a bit of hesitation as the resistance soldiers continued their advance, but the royals parted to reveal two familiar figures; Besian and Freya.
“Tendaji, I implore you; please stop this. We have made our point… And we believe it was well received.” Freya spoke loud and firm to the soldiers, while turning a glance to her husband.
“Now is the time for diplomacy. Let us show the enemy that we are strong yet compassionate. The Oban’s will be held responsible for the grievances they have caused, but we are making no advances by furthering this blood shed… We can end this, but not by the tip of our swords or the blunt of our hilts; we will end this with quill and ink. We will make this right for all and restore tendaji to the peaceful lands we have come to know as home.”
There was a still across the resistance lines. Freya and Bestian held the eyes of Naria, could see her pain, and finally she relented. Lowering her spear she pulled back on her Yaotl’s reins, “Tendaji… Fall back to camp… We shall hear out what these men have to say.”
The battle has ended! Please move back to the Non-Battle thread for the last round of posts.
