The Attack

Varon leaves the council room and moves to the Barracks where his army is waiting fully armed and ready for battle. Varon walks up to Orm who is standing at the front of the army As Varon gets closer the whole army bows. Good work Orm, Varon turns to the men and shouts... Soldiers of the dawn! Today you face the first really battle of your lives! Today you hear the sound of steel! The crys of pain! Arrows will rain! Swords will clash! Men will die! Today you prove yourselfs as soldiers of the dawn! For the Dathanar! For the Siblings! For Kathia! March! Cheers rise from the army.Varon,Orm and the whole of Balance march to the square to meet the other clans

Varon nods to Ravil as he takes his place next to where Varon is standing. Now for the rest...

Standing among the others Atherius loosens his shoulders just as he straightens up. He has already checked that his blade is light in the scabbard, but do so again anyway. In a very low voice:Always a battle... Atherius closes his yap, and stares straight ahead, gently touching the hilt of his sword. A two-hander, steel hilt clad in leather, a very basic design, but with a personal touch, a lock of half-long, brown hair is attached to the pommel.

Daroose pulled on his armor, a lightweight leather covering his entire body from his fingertips to his toes the armor bulged in certain places where padding had been added for extra protection but still allowing swift movement Daroose gathered up the clan of secrets to prepare them for battle. He quickly hopped up onto a nearby crate to get an overveiw of his men. before saying 'Men, I know you are used to fighting in the shade, but today we will fight on open ground with fellow clans at our side. Use your speed and reflexes to defeat this enemy of Kathia. Now men for The Dathanar for the Siblings and for Kathia!! Darosse jumped off of the crate and started walking towards the main sqaure. Followed closely by the rest of his clan.

Varon watchs as Daroose marchs his men into ranks along side the others. Then moves to stand next to Ravil and Varon. Now just nature with the Rhinos...

Varon sighs as the clan of nature march in with three fully armored Rhinos Now we are all here.... Varons steps forward and turns to the clans standing before him then shouts. Before you stands the army of The New Dawn. Two hundred good men and women ready to fight! I hope you are ready to kill and be killed! Varon walks over to where Rashad is standing, Bows then speaks. We are ready to march at your order Dathanar.

((Sorry for the power emote, But it had been a day since last post. I can remove if you wish))

Nods to Varon and reaching behind him he takes a firm grip on the handle of his blade, sliding it slowly out of his scabbard he raises it high in the air, the morning sun gleaming in it's polished steel as he lowers it to point towards the city gates. Kathia! March to war!

Ravil looks around and notices Khalid is not with them, as the army begins to march, he notices the group from Demak, following behind, walking over to join them, he tells them....."I'm not sure where Dorini Khalid is, I'm guessing having a nap, people of that age are not the most active of people, you are well welcome to join with my clan for the fight so you are not alone."
Ravil then runs on a little to join with his clan and begins to talk with them as they leave the city, to fight for the New Dawn..

Marching forward among the soldiers of Balance, Atherius flashes a smile to his sideman. As he walks he tightens his belt and the clamps and straps on his armor. No good if it comes apart in the battle. Atherius looks around him, seeing faces full with pride, strength, and a few with anxiety. I wonder if I will be on a flank or smack in the middle... He can't help but checking his sword again, confirming its looseness, looking straight ahead again.

Varon calls the army to a halt just inside the tree line of the forest. One person from each group of soldiers walks over the there dorini. You have your orders. Footmen line up and advance, keep your heals safe and stay togeather. Rangers over to the hill south of here get ready for five volleys of fire wait for the signal then just give them hell. Any questions? No one moves. Great. then good luck to you all. All the silders then move back to there groups. Varon turns to where the Rhinos are standing Are we ready!? The Men ontop of the great beasts nod Right! Lets move! The group of rangers break from the army and start to move south stayig close to the tree line. The rest of the soldiers then start to move out of the tree line and advance to just out of arrow range. A single arrow burns in the sky. The rangers are in place.... Varon looks around, seeing all are in there correct locations he picks up an arrow, lights it then pulls abck hard on his bow and releases. After thirty seconds a volley of arrows lights up the sky. Then hits the wooden huts below. Then a second volley. Then again, and again. Last volley! Then the Rhinos! The last volley hits the sky, Then the Rhinos charge. Here we go! Varon turns to where Orm should be standing. ....Wheres Orm?

The signal was given. Gripping the harness around the side of the Rhino, His foot into another loop of leather under the rhinos stomach. The pace of the beast quicken as it charged towards the wooden walls. Tucking in more towards the rhino his Axe gripped tightly in his free hand he gave a roar, Cracking the dried Dawn warpaint. Throwing himself into the rhinos side they crashed through the walls of the fort, Like the spintered wood Orm sprang high into the air, landing feet first onto the back of a shocked soilder. His axe cut the man head near in two before he hit the dirt. First Blood! He bellowed as he charged towards the first group of warriors.

Ravil bought the people of Dyma and Demak together, at the side of the main battle group. “Dyma, our strategies will go on as planned…for the people of Demak, while your old leader sleeps, you will join forces with my people. Those who have trained to heal, with that group.” Ravil points towards a group, the healers of Demak walk over to them and the now bigger group walk towards the main group of soldiers. “The others who have trained to fight, shall join with the other group” Like before, the group of Demak join the group of fighters of Dyma. “We shall march to the battle field and show what religion can do!
As the group follows the healers, Ravil walks behind, dressed in padded plate armour, fully black apart from some white stripes around the chest piece and legs. On his head, a black headband, there rest of his face, unprotected. Black silk gloves on Ravil’s hands. Ravil, checks the people of Dyma and Demak are in the correct positions before walking to the front line to join Dorini Kaldeer.

As Orm shouts Varon turns around just to see him jump into a group of warriors. See where Orm is! Thats where we're going! For the new dawn! The whole of the army standing behind Varon Cheer. To the death! CHARGE! Varon, The Dathanar and his Dorni Sprit out infront Followed by the vast army behind. Sound like a stampede, Dust like a storm. The first wave of men and women of The New Dawn run into battle with drawn swords and shining armor. TO DEATH! The first wave hits and the battle begins.....

Ravil ran a little forward, not brandishing any weapons, the strong staff on his back stayed where it was, he ran untill he had a strong view of the enemy warriors. The Shadow bolts began (I'll say shadow bolts since I don't know of many moves in AoC, so just think of the Shadow bolts in WoW) one after the other in quick succession, the men they hit were blasted backwards, smashing into the wooden wall behind them. Ravil looked either side of him as more bolts of purple light joined his, on one side were his Dyma group, on the other, the people of Demak.
Watching out carefully, making sure he would not hit a member of the New Dawn's army. He noticed a member of the enemy army, slicing the arm of a soldier of the Dawn. First firing a bolt at the enemy with one hand, Ravil raised the other and performed a healing spell, instantly recovering the hurt soldier.
Looking round once more, he saw the Dathanar and other Dorini's were doing well.

Moving swiftly Varon kills three barbarians in succession. Three arrows is all it took. Standing in the middle of battle this bow moving backwards and forwards arrows flying left right and centre hitting there targets. Stay together! Keep each other safe! His leather his cool in the morning breeze. Still his eyes focused on the target another and another falls at the end of his arrows. Volleys keep hitting the small village. The fire burning the huts within. Push up! The men start to push the Cimmerian horde back. Then more run into battle and start to force them back. Still keeping focus, pulling an arrow back and releasing it into the wind. Cries come from dieing men, screams from the villages inside, burning in the flames Varon turns around killing a barbarian which was charging at a small soldier. Keep up the good fight!

The man coughed and spluttered grasping at the wooden handle of the axe as it pressed tightly against his throat, Crushing his neck against the wall and the barbarians weapon; his legs flailed aimlessly in the air until atlast they were still. Turning Orm was met with a not so welcome sight. Orm by most standards was a large man, but the one who stood before him was a beast. Raising his axe to block the Warhammer coming down towards him he was rewarded only by a shower of splinters and the soft wind of the hammer past his face. Dropping the shattered weapon grabbing the hammer as it past him, Orm wrenched it from the mans hand. Shall we? Raising his fists he gave a grin to the man who returned the gesture. They stood for a moment fists raised, Suddenly the great man threw himself behind a punch, As Orm ducked the blow he returned up with the dagger from his boot, Ramming it into the offbalanced mans throat. Walking casually past him picking up grabbing the Warhammer - Orm smiled as he heard the heavy flop of dead flesh behind him. Not bad.. Not bad at all He remarked as the warhammer merged an enemys head with the floor.

Atherius slashes at another barbarian as he approaches, his sword ringing when it impacts on the foe's own blade. Exchanging several blows, with friends and foes fighting all around. The enemy suddenly sidesteppes Atherius' blow, his blade biting into his right calf. The armor shattering at the impact, but saving the leg. Stumbling to his knee, Atherius swing from bottom left and up too the right, his blow hitting the enemy warrior below the ribs, shattering them as it continues all the way to the spine. The barbarian fall dead, but Atherius can barely stand as he struggles to his feet. An arrow instantly hitting him in the right shoulder. Where is a healer when you need one... As the battle rages around him Atherius stumbles to his knees again, seeing a fresh wave of enemies advancing on the tattered, embattled detachment.

Daroose was Killing enmeies in quick succession. One, Two, Three. He saided to himself counting his kills. He looked around to see two men charging at him from either side, Daroose dropped to the floor to see both men crash into each other above him, just as Daroose was about to roll away from the two confused men Orm's mighty new hammer swung past taking out both men in one quick swipe. Daroose jumped up, nodded to Orm in thanks, and cotinued to fight.

Rashad reached out for Atherius shoulder guards, helping him stand. Are you alright? he asked, wielding his sword in his free hand, turning the man around quickly to inspect his wounds and he nodded to himself. You'll be fine. Turning his eyes back to the battle alittle too late as a spear burried into his side and with gritted teeth did he grab the wooden shaft, mouthing a blessing of thanks to the siblings for his chainmail before the ground under him suddenly burst into flame and his skin rippling and almost seeming to be on fire suddenly changed colour into a sickly gray, claws and horns sprout out as if they had always been there, the transformation was over in just a few seconds and Rashad raised his sword to end the scream of the Cimmerian whom had been paralyzed by fright of his demon form and dropped his weapon to the ground where his decapitated head soon joined, sitting with a mouth open wide still in the mud.

Now well into the battle the soldiers of the new dawn have pushed into the village. Varon turns to see a group of four barbarians running at him. Swiftly he hooks his bow onto his back and draws his swords. Side stepping he trips one and slices into his back. Now three stand, slashing and hacking they move forward. Varon never being the best at melee combat is now in full defense, not wanting to attack and leave a hole in his defense. Slowly they force Varon back to a wall. Blades shining in the sun, the sound of steel rings loud in Varon’s ears. Then a chance.... one of the attacks misses a thrust and with a kick to the face he drops his sword. Another slash and he is down. Now two remain attacking. Still Varon’s blades cut the air still in defense.....Then a hit. One of the barbarians gets a hit onto Varon’s left hand. Dropping the blade, blood pouring from his wound Varon is pined to the wall. A massive arm at his throat. Looking into the sun then down...Varon starts to laugh at the two guy in front of him. What you laughing at small man! Coughing Varon just says You....

Orm dropped his hammer. Wrapping an arm tightly round the head of the men standing over Kaldeer Into one tight hug, forcing the two mens heads into eachothers in a loud and painful thud before wrenching his arms apart faster than the mens necks could cope. Offering a hand down to Kaldeer Kaldeer! Their stables are empty! We need to move the men out of the clearing befo- Jerked slightly, Leading his shoulder forward to see an arrow sticking out, Lodged in his shoulderblade. Turning slowly to see many more archers further up the hill readying their shots to rain down on the New Dawn. Seems they have more archers than thought too..