The Great Siege of Radasanth (FQ Main thread)

[Ioder_Horvat]

As Ioder and the few who could still fight charged towards the siege line he met eyes with the general’s mighty earth dragon and instantly could feel its struggle. Delath had done more for the capital than any soldier could on their own managing to destroy the majority of the Brotherhood’s siege. It was an absolute brutal sight, shattered trebuchets and ballista covered the earth, their crews fleeing or dead, all thanks to the work of one beast. Ioder knew the rest would be up to him and in an moment of quick thinking leaped over the earth dragon, releasing the nebula of energy from deep within him.

“Delath!” he yelled as he landed between the mighty beast and the remaining crews still firing unto the city. Shimmering vapor seeped from the wizard’s pores quickly enveloping him in a protective aura, a regenerating barrier as strong as damascus. “Retreat to your Matriarch, protect her with your very last breath. I’ll deal with the rest here.” The wizard turned and with a flick of his wrist a pool of his nebula formed underneath the beast slowly consuming it. By now he had witnessed Shinsou ascend to the walls and knew Philomel would be waiting for him. If nothing he would at least be able to do this.

Ioder turned his attention to the remaining stragglers still launching debris onto the city, his vision turned red and his breathing became short. He was afraid, everyone was afraid, this was war. And all war is hell and he would make sure that the Brotherhood wouldn’t forget what they did here. In a flash, the angelic soldier defied the very laws of gravity, levitating off the ground and launching himself straight towards the closest ballista. His swords Alessia and Helfa made quick work of the wooden siege cleanly bisecting it with ease. He tried not to listen to the crew’s cries as he freed them from the burden of life before moving with great speed to the next set.

The others who had been fighting with him thus far had all disappeared, likely with the dragon, leaving Ioder alone. He preferred it this way as the responsibility of leading was a distraction and now he could focus solely on stopping the siegecraft. One by one the angel destroyed the weapons and slowly but surely the constant bombardment on the city ceased. Not once did Ioder find himself in a situation that his speed or protective magic couldn’t conquer as he swiftly made his way across the backlines wiping out all of the Brotherhood’s support.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, the former lovers continued to dance the most deadly of dances. The earth crumbled and dark magic shook as everything else around the two vanished, the outside world was but a mere afterthought as they fought. Each represented a different ideology, a different vision for Corone. Philomel the paragon of Radasanth and Shinsou Vann Osiris were both right in their own way but neither could ever come to see that. This was reflected in their precise and evenly matched swordplay, neither holding back and refusing to give up even an inch.

Surrounding them was a torrent of armed cavalry pouring down the cobblestone threatening to trample any Brotherhood in sight. The longbowmen on the walls continued to release wave after wave of flying death, raining what hell they could on the shits below. Between the imperial army, the city guard, and the lily they finally appeared to have gotten an upper hand against the massive Brotherhood force. Though not at all without sustaining monumental defeats and loss of life, a pain that the capital will likely never fully recover from.

Then suddenly as if another layer madness needed to be intertwined into this whole mess above the quarreling ex-lovers, a rift opened about forty feet in the air. And from the magical gate erupted Delath, dropping down behind Philomel ready to join the fight and finally bring an end to this horrid night. Would the bloodbath truely end if Shinsou were to be defeated, was it even possible to stop him? With the star in the sky as it is, was there even a point in trying?