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- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
The little village had been built in the nestled folds of two rolling hills. A clear stream cascaded gently down a pebbled slope, while the sunlight dappled through giant trees that stretched towards the sky. The brownies had built their homes directly into the hillside, each dwelling made of a mix of stone, wood, and compact earth. In front of each house rested a large, wooden loom, where the dark skinned brownies wove with patient dedication, occasionally extracting a strand of brown hair from their wild manes to weave into their fabrics.
Wrapped up in their tasks, it seemed that none of the brownies had noticed that their village was already surrounded. While the little vale offered a comfortable and sheltered place to live, it provided almost nothing in the way of defense or scouting capabilities.
The rustling branches of the trees were swayed by the weight of feathered harpies that landed in the boughs, their talons sharpened and armed with near dagger-like claws. From among the shadows of the trees, heavily armored nagas curled around trees, their hands clinging tight to swords. From under the ground, pebbles were occasionally disturbed by the passage of invisible creatures that tunneled through the earth. Despite the countless different forms the invaders came in, one common element they all bore was the shining silver metal that made up their weapons and armor, tinged with the faintest shades of purple and blue.
Down in the valley, the brownies suddenly trembled, their hair standing on end in a way that made them resemble a disturbed hedgehog. A particularly nervous brownie glanced in towards her house, eyes practically begging. It seemed that the village may not be as ignorant to their impending catastrophe as they appeared.
Far in the distance, three figures were standing on a tall hill among the trees, overlooking the army as it approached the brownie village. A dog-headed man lowered a telescope from one eye.
"Ambush," he said gruffly. "Do they expect to catch us unawares?"
To his side, a sphynx lifted one paw, covering her mouth as she giggled. "How brave of them to use their own population as bait."
"They know our goals." The cynocephalus did not look amused, his lips curling back slightly to bare his fangs as he spoke. "We aim to capture, not kill. They intend to use that against us."
"Shall we take advantage of it?" the sphinx asked, her tail flicking side to side, the feathers on her wings ruffling slightly. "Send our army elsewhere to sweep up other locations while they're distracted."
"And give up the ones we already have surrounded?" the dog-man asked with a huff. "There's no chance the Arryn soldiers can stand against us. We should take what we came for."
"And send our soldiers to pit their lives against an unknown trap?" the sphinx replied sharply, a frown on her face. "Their lives are not playthings."
"They are soldiers," the cynocephalus barked back. "What is their duty if not to fight?"
Glaring at each other for a moment, the two's heads unconsciously turned to look at the third figure, who had been standing silently behind them with his arms folded.
It was impossible to make out any features on the man, as his entire body was covered in a luscious, golden scale armor that clung closely to his body. A dragon bone mask covered his face, surrounded by mighty horns, and giant reptilian wings were loosely folded behind his back. His claws scraped lightly against the scales that covered his arms, creating a faint, grating noise.
"My Lord?" the sphinx asked, her head lowered slightly. "Your orders."
Kilroth considered silently for a moment, his brilliantly green eyes flicking back and forth across the battlefield. Finally his arms unfolded.
"Break through with force," he commanded, hands balling into fists. He was not here to play games with the Arryn people, but rather to take what he wanted and return to his own kingdom. They had begun their march, and retreating would only serve to weaken the momentum of their assault. Whatever the Arryn army intended to bring to bear, he was confident that his carefully tailored and trained squads would be able to bull through it, regardless of what it was. They had, after all, been created for exactly that purpose.
"Launch the attack."
The two standing before him inclined their heads, before the dog-man lifted a war horn. Its resonant cry spilled through the forest, and shouts echoed from the mouths of Kilroth's soldiers in response. A moment later, they began to move towards the village at a quick but orderly place.
From the sky, the harpies and other winged warriors carried netting, which they dropped on the brownies who had immediately abandoned their fabrics at the sound of the war horn. Many of the troops moved to cut off the escape routes from the village, while others moved forward, intending to collect the fallen fae and escort them away from the battlefield.
Listening to the sounds of the battle from the distance, Kilroth abruptly frowned. His sharp, green eyes locked on to a specific spot on the village. Despite the fact that the location was obscured from his sight by the trunk of a massive tree, his vivid eyes appeared to pierce right through to the point where he had suddenly sensed the smallest fragment of magic.
It felt as though the blood in his veins was suddenly tingling, sending a shiver racing up his back. His wings trembled, almost spreading reflexively.
"Retreat."
Kilroth's voice caused his two generals to almost flinch in surprise, their wide eyes turning back to stare at him in surprise.
"M-my Lord?" the dog-man stuttered.
"There's been a change of plans. Retreat immediately."
"Understood." The sphinx took advantage of her compatriot's stunned surprise to swipe the horn from his waist, before she used it to let out two short, sharp notes. In the valley, the soldiers froze, appearing momentarily as surprised as their commanders, before they flooded out of the brownie village like rushing water.
"Return to the border, and bring all of the captured brownies. I have other matters to attend to."
Before either of the two could react, Kilroth's wings spread wide, and he shot up into the sky, almost instantly vanishing from sight.
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Three days later, an unexpected dignitary arrived at the capital of the Arryn kingdom. Mounted on a war deer with mighty antlers, the dignitary was followed by a retinue of silver-clad warriors. Behind him, one of the soldiers carried a banner, which displayed an intimidating coat of arms. Golden scales across a sable background, marked with the pattern of a twisted black and white tree. Around its trunk a serpent was coiled, while an owl rested in the branches, and a wolf stood among the roots.
The citizens in the capital unconsciously retreated in fear at the sight of the Shaden Empire's coat of arms, creating a clear path towards the stone castle that rose in the distance. It wasn't until they reached the gates of the castle that the party's progress was finally halted.
The mounted dignitary ignored the guards, who were bravely pointing their weapons at the group. Instead he lifted his chin proudly, displaying the wooden skin and leaf-like hair characteristic of treants, present on a distinctly untreant-like face. Instead, he had almost cat-like features.
"On behalf of His Majesty Kilroth, Emperor of Shaden, I have come bearing a missive for the King of Arryn. Deliver news of my arrival."
It was an introduction as domineering as his presence, and hardly an appropriate manner to conduct oneself in the presence of royalty. But the dignitary knew his position well. As an envoy of the aggressors, aggressors who were currently winning, it was his right to act in a manner befitting the dignity of the man he represented.
There was no chance they'd dare turn him away, if they had any desire to protect their people.
Wrapped up in their tasks, it seemed that none of the brownies had noticed that their village was already surrounded. While the little vale offered a comfortable and sheltered place to live, it provided almost nothing in the way of defense or scouting capabilities.
The rustling branches of the trees were swayed by the weight of feathered harpies that landed in the boughs, their talons sharpened and armed with near dagger-like claws. From among the shadows of the trees, heavily armored nagas curled around trees, their hands clinging tight to swords. From under the ground, pebbles were occasionally disturbed by the passage of invisible creatures that tunneled through the earth. Despite the countless different forms the invaders came in, one common element they all bore was the shining silver metal that made up their weapons and armor, tinged with the faintest shades of purple and blue.
Down in the valley, the brownies suddenly trembled, their hair standing on end in a way that made them resemble a disturbed hedgehog. A particularly nervous brownie glanced in towards her house, eyes practically begging. It seemed that the village may not be as ignorant to their impending catastrophe as they appeared.
Far in the distance, three figures were standing on a tall hill among the trees, overlooking the army as it approached the brownie village. A dog-headed man lowered a telescope from one eye.
"Ambush," he said gruffly. "Do they expect to catch us unawares?"
To his side, a sphynx lifted one paw, covering her mouth as she giggled. "How brave of them to use their own population as bait."
"They know our goals." The cynocephalus did not look amused, his lips curling back slightly to bare his fangs as he spoke. "We aim to capture, not kill. They intend to use that against us."
"Shall we take advantage of it?" the sphinx asked, her tail flicking side to side, the feathers on her wings ruffling slightly. "Send our army elsewhere to sweep up other locations while they're distracted."
"And give up the ones we already have surrounded?" the dog-man asked with a huff. "There's no chance the Arryn soldiers can stand against us. We should take what we came for."
"And send our soldiers to pit their lives against an unknown trap?" the sphinx replied sharply, a frown on her face. "Their lives are not playthings."
"They are soldiers," the cynocephalus barked back. "What is their duty if not to fight?"
Glaring at each other for a moment, the two's heads unconsciously turned to look at the third figure, who had been standing silently behind them with his arms folded.
It was impossible to make out any features on the man, as his entire body was covered in a luscious, golden scale armor that clung closely to his body. A dragon bone mask covered his face, surrounded by mighty horns, and giant reptilian wings were loosely folded behind his back. His claws scraped lightly against the scales that covered his arms, creating a faint, grating noise.
"My Lord?" the sphinx asked, her head lowered slightly. "Your orders."
Kilroth considered silently for a moment, his brilliantly green eyes flicking back and forth across the battlefield. Finally his arms unfolded.
"Break through with force," he commanded, hands balling into fists. He was not here to play games with the Arryn people, but rather to take what he wanted and return to his own kingdom. They had begun their march, and retreating would only serve to weaken the momentum of their assault. Whatever the Arryn army intended to bring to bear, he was confident that his carefully tailored and trained squads would be able to bull through it, regardless of what it was. They had, after all, been created for exactly that purpose.
"Launch the attack."
The two standing before him inclined their heads, before the dog-man lifted a war horn. Its resonant cry spilled through the forest, and shouts echoed from the mouths of Kilroth's soldiers in response. A moment later, they began to move towards the village at a quick but orderly place.
From the sky, the harpies and other winged warriors carried netting, which they dropped on the brownies who had immediately abandoned their fabrics at the sound of the war horn. Many of the troops moved to cut off the escape routes from the village, while others moved forward, intending to collect the fallen fae and escort them away from the battlefield.
Listening to the sounds of the battle from the distance, Kilroth abruptly frowned. His sharp, green eyes locked on to a specific spot on the village. Despite the fact that the location was obscured from his sight by the trunk of a massive tree, his vivid eyes appeared to pierce right through to the point where he had suddenly sensed the smallest fragment of magic.
It felt as though the blood in his veins was suddenly tingling, sending a shiver racing up his back. His wings trembled, almost spreading reflexively.
"Retreat."
Kilroth's voice caused his two generals to almost flinch in surprise, their wide eyes turning back to stare at him in surprise.
"M-my Lord?" the dog-man stuttered.
"There's been a change of plans. Retreat immediately."
"Understood." The sphinx took advantage of her compatriot's stunned surprise to swipe the horn from his waist, before she used it to let out two short, sharp notes. In the valley, the soldiers froze, appearing momentarily as surprised as their commanders, before they flooded out of the brownie village like rushing water.
"Return to the border, and bring all of the captured brownies. I have other matters to attend to."
Before either of the two could react, Kilroth's wings spread wide, and he shot up into the sky, almost instantly vanishing from sight.
。+.。゚:;。+゚+。::゚。:.゚。+。。+.。゚:;。+゚+。::゚。:.゚。+。
Three days later, an unexpected dignitary arrived at the capital of the Arryn kingdom. Mounted on a war deer with mighty antlers, the dignitary was followed by a retinue of silver-clad warriors. Behind him, one of the soldiers carried a banner, which displayed an intimidating coat of arms. Golden scales across a sable background, marked with the pattern of a twisted black and white tree. Around its trunk a serpent was coiled, while an owl rested in the branches, and a wolf stood among the roots.
The citizens in the capital unconsciously retreated in fear at the sight of the Shaden Empire's coat of arms, creating a clear path towards the stone castle that rose in the distance. It wasn't until they reached the gates of the castle that the party's progress was finally halted.
The mounted dignitary ignored the guards, who were bravely pointing their weapons at the group. Instead he lifted his chin proudly, displaying the wooden skin and leaf-like hair characteristic of treants, present on a distinctly untreant-like face. Instead, he had almost cat-like features.
"On behalf of His Majesty Kilroth, Emperor of Shaden, I have come bearing a missive for the King of Arryn. Deliver news of my arrival."
It was an introduction as domineering as his presence, and hardly an appropriate manner to conduct oneself in the presence of royalty. But the dignitary knew his position well. As an envoy of the aggressors, aggressors who were currently winning, it was his right to act in a manner befitting the dignity of the man he represented.
There was no chance they'd dare turn him away, if they had any desire to protect their people.