Chosen of the Gods
03-04-09, 11:21 PM
"Ahk'Ran," A stern voice rang out over the assembled masses, a group of over seven hundred and fifty warriors. Each man and woman looked to the east with excited faces as the war with their neighboring city state was already marching onwards. It was the wish of their king to force them to march for eighteen hours each day for three days so they could arrive at the Bone Yard, a barren land where the bones of many warriors laid.
A young man ran outwards from the area, two other warriors beside him. A lithe warrior and a another, well muscled man. All three stopped before a group of taller beings, all wearing bronze armor across their chests and surrounded by a group of messenger boys and trumpet players. The battle would be joined soon by the enemies of Far Ka-Lar and it was the king's wish to be done with this minor dispute before the season of war ended.
"Good, you three made it." The voice called out motioning them forward. "I need you guys to join my on the hill crest, we shall be the spear tip of the army, driving in our light cavalry and harassing them to bring out their most stupid fighters. The other army will not be as disciplined as we are, so it is up to us to draw upon that well and use it to our advantage."
"Settra, why do we not just smash them with our chariots? We have well over a hundred and fifty..." Ahk'Ran offered, bowing his head low to show he meant no offense. Settra was the brains of the team, the leader of the small group that Ahk'Ran was a part of. Khali was a desert scorpion living inside a human female's body, her motions fast, fluid, and deadly. The last member of the group was Ahkman-Hotep, the most skilled rider in the entire army of Far Ka-Lar.
"Because you stupid ox," Settra smiled as he walked forward pointing to the eastern hills. "Behind those dunes wait our chariots to slam into the flanks of the foe. The bones in the ground are sharp and numerous, like jagged cliff rocks. Even with the superb craftsmanship of Bel-Kadar we will still lose many. We can not afford such an ill lose of such a rare treasure."
"What of the enemy scouts? Have they arrived yet?" Ahkman-Hotep asked lowering his desert shawl and revealing a scarred face and one massive burn on his right cheek. Settra smiled proudly as he motioned to the cage on the far end of camp.
"I have sent the proper means to capture them. They will not know of our Chariots." Ahkman-Hotep nodded before he pointed to a map on the table.
"But the surrounding flanks?" He motioned in a circle the areas where he was most concerned. "Have our scouts detected any of them?" Settra let his smile fade to a mere neutral expression, looking at the map intently. "I take we haven't scouted them out yet..." Ahkman-Hotep's choler rose as he glared at his commander and friend.
"I suggested even a light patrol, but the chariots needed to be left hidden." Settra replied with authority.
"So then they know of our trick, just not what that trick will be. Do you not think they will hold back a portion of their strength to see what we will do?" Settra nodded, his arms sagging.
"I know, I know," Settra lowered his voice as he looked around to see if he was being overheard. "It is stupid, very stupid, but the prince demanded it. He believes no army from the north can withstand the might of their flank being crushed by our charioteers. They don't have anything in their army we can think of..." Settra withheld his emotions as he looked to the map. "But I beg to differ. To negate the threat of counter attack we would have to simply massacre their flank...Something I'm not so sure we can accomplish."
Ahk'Ran obsorbed the information and looked to the sun, seeing the clouds forming overhead in the western skies. He didn't like that omen, for it was bad to see the white clouds of the heavens form over the enemy camp. That is the seat of the gods, and it meant that they were watching Far Ka-Lar to die. He looked back to his comrades.
"Enough of this squabble. If the chariots need protection than after our harrying run we should just turn about and follow their wake in a wide circle, thus enveloping our foes!" Khali said with disdain. She spat on the ground and tunred her back looking to Ahk'Ran.
"I agree, we can just send back a few of the cavalry and cover the chariots from counter attack." Settra nodded his agreement.
"Than may the gods bless us as we make for war." The sky was filled with the sound of a distant horn, and the warriors of Far Ka-Lar all rose to their feet, running to make ranks as they did so. Far Ka-Lar war trumpets sounded in answer, and the warriors all cried out their bellows of challenge.
Ahk'Ran could see the priests of his home run about upon the pedestal of the commanders area. Each god bellowed to the heavens, making sacrafices to the various gods for victory, but Ahk'Ran could already tell this battle would be ultimately up to the warriors to decide victory. Grabbing his own dagger with his comrades Ahk'Ran picked up the sand running it through his fingers, before he cut a long line upon his arm, and then rubbing the sand into his open wound. "Blessed be the Earth, for it is the foundation of my soul." They all chanted as they watched their bodies glow with the power of the earth god.
"To battle!" Ahk'Ran shouted as he lifted a ram's horn from the ground and blew a mighty note of battle, Settra and his friend's all shouting and cheering for the battle to come.
Off in the clouds to the west, thunder began too roll.
A young man ran outwards from the area, two other warriors beside him. A lithe warrior and a another, well muscled man. All three stopped before a group of taller beings, all wearing bronze armor across their chests and surrounded by a group of messenger boys and trumpet players. The battle would be joined soon by the enemies of Far Ka-Lar and it was the king's wish to be done with this minor dispute before the season of war ended.
"Good, you three made it." The voice called out motioning them forward. "I need you guys to join my on the hill crest, we shall be the spear tip of the army, driving in our light cavalry and harassing them to bring out their most stupid fighters. The other army will not be as disciplined as we are, so it is up to us to draw upon that well and use it to our advantage."
"Settra, why do we not just smash them with our chariots? We have well over a hundred and fifty..." Ahk'Ran offered, bowing his head low to show he meant no offense. Settra was the brains of the team, the leader of the small group that Ahk'Ran was a part of. Khali was a desert scorpion living inside a human female's body, her motions fast, fluid, and deadly. The last member of the group was Ahkman-Hotep, the most skilled rider in the entire army of Far Ka-Lar.
"Because you stupid ox," Settra smiled as he walked forward pointing to the eastern hills. "Behind those dunes wait our chariots to slam into the flanks of the foe. The bones in the ground are sharp and numerous, like jagged cliff rocks. Even with the superb craftsmanship of Bel-Kadar we will still lose many. We can not afford such an ill lose of such a rare treasure."
"What of the enemy scouts? Have they arrived yet?" Ahkman-Hotep asked lowering his desert shawl and revealing a scarred face and one massive burn on his right cheek. Settra smiled proudly as he motioned to the cage on the far end of camp.
"I have sent the proper means to capture them. They will not know of our Chariots." Ahkman-Hotep nodded before he pointed to a map on the table.
"But the surrounding flanks?" He motioned in a circle the areas where he was most concerned. "Have our scouts detected any of them?" Settra let his smile fade to a mere neutral expression, looking at the map intently. "I take we haven't scouted them out yet..." Ahkman-Hotep's choler rose as he glared at his commander and friend.
"I suggested even a light patrol, but the chariots needed to be left hidden." Settra replied with authority.
"So then they know of our trick, just not what that trick will be. Do you not think they will hold back a portion of their strength to see what we will do?" Settra nodded, his arms sagging.
"I know, I know," Settra lowered his voice as he looked around to see if he was being overheard. "It is stupid, very stupid, but the prince demanded it. He believes no army from the north can withstand the might of their flank being crushed by our charioteers. They don't have anything in their army we can think of..." Settra withheld his emotions as he looked to the map. "But I beg to differ. To negate the threat of counter attack we would have to simply massacre their flank...Something I'm not so sure we can accomplish."
Ahk'Ran obsorbed the information and looked to the sun, seeing the clouds forming overhead in the western skies. He didn't like that omen, for it was bad to see the white clouds of the heavens form over the enemy camp. That is the seat of the gods, and it meant that they were watching Far Ka-Lar to die. He looked back to his comrades.
"Enough of this squabble. If the chariots need protection than after our harrying run we should just turn about and follow their wake in a wide circle, thus enveloping our foes!" Khali said with disdain. She spat on the ground and tunred her back looking to Ahk'Ran.
"I agree, we can just send back a few of the cavalry and cover the chariots from counter attack." Settra nodded his agreement.
"Than may the gods bless us as we make for war." The sky was filled with the sound of a distant horn, and the warriors of Far Ka-Lar all rose to their feet, running to make ranks as they did so. Far Ka-Lar war trumpets sounded in answer, and the warriors all cried out their bellows of challenge.
Ahk'Ran could see the priests of his home run about upon the pedestal of the commanders area. Each god bellowed to the heavens, making sacrafices to the various gods for victory, but Ahk'Ran could already tell this battle would be ultimately up to the warriors to decide victory. Grabbing his own dagger with his comrades Ahk'Ran picked up the sand running it through his fingers, before he cut a long line upon his arm, and then rubbing the sand into his open wound. "Blessed be the Earth, for it is the foundation of my soul." They all chanted as they watched their bodies glow with the power of the earth god.
"To battle!" Ahk'Ran shouted as he lifted a ram's horn from the ground and blew a mighty note of battle, Settra and his friend's all shouting and cheering for the battle to come.
Off in the clouds to the west, thunder began too roll.