MetalDrago
03-18-09, 05:31 PM
MetalDrago , the Dragonian Paladin of Darkness, turned around swiftly in the dim moonlight to survey the troops currently under his command. With him was one of the Council Members, and second-in-command to the Red Hand, Ranger. The Paladin found him somewhat familiar, and was certain they'd met before, perhaps at the Citadel, or somewhere similar, but he couldn't for the life of him remember. As his orchid eyes surveyed the scene before him, he motioned to his lieutenant, Kurt, to begin giving the necessary information and orders.
Kurt cleared his throat, and when the talking didn't die down among the 28 under him, he barked, “Shut up!”
When all was quiet, not even the creatures in the trees daring to make a sound, Kurt began to give instructions. “We have been ordered to attack a caravan, or convoy, of weapons, arms, and miscellaneous supplies. As per your orders, you are under the direct command of both Lords MetalDrago and Ranger. Any questions so far?” When none were forthcoming, he continued, “This convoy is likely to be cautious, being led by no less than two sergeants of the enemy military forces.”
It was at that moment the Paladin decided it was best to leave the explanation of the plan to himself. With a swift stroke of his arm, he cut Kurt short, and the lieutenant fell back without any intention of disobeying his commander, out of both fear and respect.
“When I speak, you listen. Understood?” His voice made it perfectly clear there was no room for argument, so most just assented with mere nods of their heads.
“I said, 'Understood?!'” he said again, greeted with the music of “Yes, sir!” from everyone he was commanding.
The Dragonian's deep, clear voice made him impossible to misinterpret, and his cool, collected nature belied a very meticulous, cautious mind. His every motion, from walking to merely turning his head, was done with such liquid grace and control as to seem almost beautiful. With the N'Jal Protocol, the Dark Will of N'Jal in a sentient parasite form, living within him, he'd become a monster of dark and dreadful grace and evil. The Protocol, a series of living creatures that had infected him some time before, had gifted him with advanced powers and intelligence, not to mention a terrible purpose. N'Jal herself was a Dark Goddess that had been imprisoned millenia earlier, and had come to use these dreadful creatures to gift her chosen with her Divine Will and Voice.
“We're attacking a convoy. Our primary objective is to capture a missive from the commanders in Corone to the commanders in charge of the unit receiving supplies. Our secondary objective is to walk away with as many supplies as we can possibly find.This will require some guile on our part, as we need some of the trains in the caravan to survive. This is why I've given each of you the cold rations order for the las few days. While we're within three miles of the pass, we are not to light so much as a single fire.
“Our tertiary objective should be clear: to have as few of you as possible die while we perform this ambush. We march during the day, using these dense trees as cover for as long as possible, if possible up until the ambush. When the attack is instigated, you are to drop all besides the equipment necessary for battle, and return to pick it up once the battle is disengaged. The order to withdraw takes priority, understood?” Another “Yes, sir!” From the men made the Paladin smile a little.
“Archers are to find high, defensible positions while able, and to rain down upon the troops on my order, which will be passed through my second lieutenant, Mara. The ten fire arrows you have each been supplied with, in addition to your 120 regular arrows, are to be used only if deemed necessary by Mara, or to burn what we cannot carry. Now, unless any of you has any questions, set up camp immediately!”
As none of the soldiers had any questions, MetalDrago turned and walked toward the edge of the clearing they were camping in that night. He was unsure if his 'partner' and commanding officer, Ranger, had anything to add or was following him, but he honestly didn't care. If Ranger had need of an ear to listen to him, he was more than welcome, but for now MetalDrago was going to set up his own sleeping grounds. He found the soldiers, with the exceptions of Mara and Kurt, to be repulsive, and therefore avoided sleeping near them at all costs, even within the confines of the Commander's Tent they set up for him and his commander every night.
He began tying his personal hammock to a tree as Kurt and Mara began their self-assigned watchman duties.
Kurt cleared his throat, and when the talking didn't die down among the 28 under him, he barked, “Shut up!”
When all was quiet, not even the creatures in the trees daring to make a sound, Kurt began to give instructions. “We have been ordered to attack a caravan, or convoy, of weapons, arms, and miscellaneous supplies. As per your orders, you are under the direct command of both Lords MetalDrago and Ranger. Any questions so far?” When none were forthcoming, he continued, “This convoy is likely to be cautious, being led by no less than two sergeants of the enemy military forces.”
It was at that moment the Paladin decided it was best to leave the explanation of the plan to himself. With a swift stroke of his arm, he cut Kurt short, and the lieutenant fell back without any intention of disobeying his commander, out of both fear and respect.
“When I speak, you listen. Understood?” His voice made it perfectly clear there was no room for argument, so most just assented with mere nods of their heads.
“I said, 'Understood?!'” he said again, greeted with the music of “Yes, sir!” from everyone he was commanding.
The Dragonian's deep, clear voice made him impossible to misinterpret, and his cool, collected nature belied a very meticulous, cautious mind. His every motion, from walking to merely turning his head, was done with such liquid grace and control as to seem almost beautiful. With the N'Jal Protocol, the Dark Will of N'Jal in a sentient parasite form, living within him, he'd become a monster of dark and dreadful grace and evil. The Protocol, a series of living creatures that had infected him some time before, had gifted him with advanced powers and intelligence, not to mention a terrible purpose. N'Jal herself was a Dark Goddess that had been imprisoned millenia earlier, and had come to use these dreadful creatures to gift her chosen with her Divine Will and Voice.
“We're attacking a convoy. Our primary objective is to capture a missive from the commanders in Corone to the commanders in charge of the unit receiving supplies. Our secondary objective is to walk away with as many supplies as we can possibly find.This will require some guile on our part, as we need some of the trains in the caravan to survive. This is why I've given each of you the cold rations order for the las few days. While we're within three miles of the pass, we are not to light so much as a single fire.
“Our tertiary objective should be clear: to have as few of you as possible die while we perform this ambush. We march during the day, using these dense trees as cover for as long as possible, if possible up until the ambush. When the attack is instigated, you are to drop all besides the equipment necessary for battle, and return to pick it up once the battle is disengaged. The order to withdraw takes priority, understood?” Another “Yes, sir!” From the men made the Paladin smile a little.
“Archers are to find high, defensible positions while able, and to rain down upon the troops on my order, which will be passed through my second lieutenant, Mara. The ten fire arrows you have each been supplied with, in addition to your 120 regular arrows, are to be used only if deemed necessary by Mara, or to burn what we cannot carry. Now, unless any of you has any questions, set up camp immediately!”
As none of the soldiers had any questions, MetalDrago turned and walked toward the edge of the clearing they were camping in that night. He was unsure if his 'partner' and commanding officer, Ranger, had anything to add or was following him, but he honestly didn't care. If Ranger had need of an ear to listen to him, he was more than welcome, but for now MetalDrago was going to set up his own sleeping grounds. He found the soldiers, with the exceptions of Mara and Kurt, to be repulsive, and therefore avoided sleeping near them at all costs, even within the confines of the Commander's Tent they set up for him and his commander every night.
He began tying his personal hammock to a tree as Kurt and Mara began their self-assigned watchman duties.