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Alright, let me just find a story I've been saving for the occasion and continue from that.

Note: this is basically a fanfic for a mod in a game. I had started writing it from my own ideas but never got around to completing. If you guys give the ok I'll keep writing it on here.


((Three days ago))
Count Gwedagelnen overlooked the village of Nomar they had decided to raid while the main army decided to besiege Vinica, a small village that bore a rather large wall and defenses that had driven back bandits wave after wave with ease. He had begun to turn back to his army to give the order to attack when one of his commanders, a redwood archer, had approached him.

“My Lord, are you sure you wish to attack while the rest of the lords are on a campaign?” came the archer, kneeling to the ground and keeping his head low. “I understand your timing of attacking, sir, but they might still need us over at Vinica.”

“Look, that village has always been beside my castle, and in the last decade they have not been decimated by raiding parties I’ve sent against them.” came the count, making the archer bow his head. The army knew of their lord’s atrocities, including his dealings with some of the bandit clans to get some coin off of towns they raided, but any that spoke out about it were immediately whipped or sent to the dungeons. Gwedagelnen then smirked as he looked back at the town. “I will not be cheated out of profits by them again, and I’m at least going to decimate this town before I lose my chance with the capture of Vinica.”

With that he raised his right hand in the air, signaling the archers to form a line and prepare to fire beside him. As soon as every arrow was knocked, they noticed a large amount of black smoke come out of the town and up into the sky, causing some of the archers to look at it in confusion. The archer that had spoken before then saw a few flashes within the smoke, making him immediately go wide eyed before he turned to the army.

“Scatter now!” He shouted as he started running to the side, making the soldiers that heard him spread out as the smoke started shimmering with light that changed course and headed straight towards them.

“What are you doing you dogs, stand firm and fight!” shouted the count as he turned to them, oblivious to the events behind him before he felt three painful stings in his top right shoulder-blade, making him scream in agony as he leaned down on his horse as a barrage of arrows passed him, hitting half of his soldiers, killing or wounding a good deal of the ones it hit while the others spread out had narrowly escaped the radius. He then lifted himself up and looked back to see the gate opening, a small array of villagers standing at the center of it with wooden shields placed together in a shield wall. He then heard Tolranian war horns blasting around them, making his men look around in shock and fear as they began to break formation.

“My lord, we can’t stay here or try to take that town, not with this many reinforcements for them!” shouted the archer, his eyes looking at the town in anticipation of another arrow volley. “We need to fall back!”

The Count gritted his teeth as he looked back at the town, seeing a cloaked man walk out of the wall of shields at the entrance and sit down as if waiting for them to make another move, taunting them to try. “Damn it.” The Count spoke before he turned to his men, the pain in his back gradually worsening. “Fall back to the main forces in Vinica, double time. I don’t want us to be caught in the middle of these armies.”

“Yes my lord.” replied the archer in relief before the troops started falling back, soon beginning to become a thin line from the village before the village elder walked to the cloaked man.

“Doesn’t matter if you’re elf or man, if you’re uncertain of the odds and you’ve already suffered casualties from a surprise attack, you can only retreat or watch your troops begin to leave you behind if you’re a cruel leader.” The cloaked figure spoke as he stood up, the horns growing lowder as some elves that were wounded tried to limp away faster.

“Once again we owe you for the safety of the village.” the elder spoke as the cloaked figure got up when he saw the last of the enemies vanish from sight, smirking as he clapped twice, an arrow soon flying out of the village with a red smoke trail behind it before the horns stopped, the village now seeing four riders coming slowly towards it in the distance. “What do you think will happen now?”

“Depends on if the elves take Vinica or not.” the figure spoke as he turned back to the town, the villagers now going back inside to return to their business. “If they do, then he won’t be able to attack us like he tried, but if they don’t, then we’ll have to be prepared.”

“Take the armor and weapons from the fallen elves to help prepare for any events, and grab any arrows that didn't break on contact as well.” shouted the elder before ten villagers ran out from the group returning to the town, the cloaked figure soon turning back to the town to get what they had came for in the first place.

That's really good! Is there more/can you write more? heart

((present time))



Linthradil rode through Nomar in shock as she saw some of the humans going through military drills, some shooting as accurately as an elf as they aimed at the scare crows, each of their shots hitting their marks. In another area, she was seeing them practicing drills in melee combat, seeing them take formations and face against each other in different forms, one a shield wall and the other a phalanx formation with some men in the back.

“Excuse me.” Linthradil called to the village elder surveying the scene, who only turned and walked over to her. “I hope you aren’t planning on rebellion with how you’re training here.”

“Of course not, my liege, it’s only a normal routine we’ve trained in since the willing men and women in town started learning under a hermit.” replied the elder as he bowed to the princess, making her look down at him in confusion.

“How can a hermit know how to train villagers to become a defending force, and why didn’t any of you go to aid Vinica if you knew these strategies?” Linthradil asked, looking to see archers using practice arrows taking out the sides of the shield wall, and the phalanx having the same problem before the two formed into a circle with their weapons and shields, blocking a good deal of arrows from the mix of their shield types fitting together.

“We may know some ways of battle, but nowhere near enough to fight armies in an open field.” replied the elder, looking back up and to the princess. “And lords always fight for lands, it’s nothing us peasants should worry about unless we’re being attacked personally.”

“I see…” Linthradil spoke as she saw the villagers get ready for something before a bell rang, causing all those in the circle of shields to break formation and go to various points of the area. “So this hermit, where does he live?”


“Right on the mountain above us.” The elder spoke as he looked towards the line of mountains that towered over the town, a smoke stack coming from the start of the mountain beside the lake, causing Linthradil to only nod as she looked over towards the smoke. “You won’t be able to learn anything from him, however.”

“And why is that?” Linthradil spoke as she looked to the elder, who only signaled for her to follow as he started walking to the main building in the town, a large hall that looked to be for feasts rather than meetings.

“He doesn’t teach lords in battle, regardless of their standing in the land, and has lived the life of a hermit to keep his teachings from being misused.” the elder spoke as he sat down in the chair in front of the entrance. “He only wishes to defend this town and live in peace.”

“Regardless, I need to see the man who managed to trick an army into thinking that an even larger force was about to take them.” Linthradil spoke as she rode past the elder, who only sighed as the princess rode off towards the smoke as a man who looked around his mid twenties walked out of the hall, carrying a few sacks of food, and looked over to the horse tracks Linthradil had left.

“I’m guessing someone’s come over to see the hermit?” the man asked as he looked over to the elder, who only nodded as he leaned back in his chair.

“I told them that he doesn’t accept lords as students, so you better go and get him some food for the trouble.” the elder spoke, soon seeing a group of elves ride past them.

“I was already in the market as soon as I saw the elves, so I grabbed some items along the way.” the man spoke, making the elder look to see the sacks on the mans back before nodding, letting the man turn and walked down the trail after the group of elves, going the same direction as the smoke.


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Done with this part, sorry about this one being slow

sadly I may not be able to post much more of it, the computer the story was on has some problems at the moment and I'm not sure if it can be fixed.

heheh, it's silent again... oops

popping into here again to say sorry for my silence in this guild thread, and also that ATTILA TOTAL WAR IS COMING OUT IN TWO HOURS AND HOLY CHIPOTLE AM I PUMPED FOR IT!!