Prologue.
"Get the East entrance!". her voice was loud, powerful. A group a people with colorful paint on their faces with various weapons ran for the designated area. The same girl who spoke jabbed a man in a mess of armor hard with her scepter, he fell back, off her small platform.
"Stascia, to the drawbridge.", she knelt down and spoke in a hole on the platform.
"Alright!" an eager voice responded. No one noticed a group skirt behind the commotion and near the desired entrance. "Aim, fire!" harpoons shot at the drawbridge, soldiers were already at them, but more people came and knocked them down.
Soon the group had grown big by the drawbridge, they grunted and pulled hard. The bridge started to creak and soon, with great effort, the bridge fell. Wood crashed as it fell, sending wood splinters into the air. But that didn't stop them.
They didn't mind the creaking and groaning of the weakening wood. A little swim in the moat wouldn't stop them, they crowed on and yelled chants as they powered on.
 Wurlee · Thu Dec 16, 2010 @ 01:35am · 0 Comments |
