- Messages
- 9
- Character Biography
- Link
Malakath - Three Miles Outside Volara - Thanasis Army Camp
"There are too many Ballista." Prince Mehren spoke with the authority of command one would expect of his position. Everyone within the tent listened, and few would question.
Oda stood towards the back of the tent. Lingering and towwering over all others as Mehren gave his orders.
The Barbarian of the Peaks did not like the Eldest Prince. Considering him to be far too self-involved to be a proper war leader, but at least in this he had the right of it. The Siege would not be broken any time soon, at least not in the way that Thanasis usually ended it's battles. Volara presented a danger to them that others rarely did.
It seemed that within their defiance, the Council of Ten had scoured for every foundry, forge, and alchemist to craft their defenses. Dozens of Ballista now lay scattered around the rising defenses of the City of Volara. Each of the contraptions had been placed and 'layered' in a section of fire to create an immense amount of danger for any Dragon that might approach. Crafting a defense that even the mightiest of Thanasis' host would be none too eager to assault.
"We cannot risk our dragons." The Prince continued, slowly panning his gaze over those present. "We will starve them out. A month or two, and they will surrender."
Again the strategy lay sound, but Oda did not like it.
The Towering savage lingered in silence for a moment more, and then cleared his throat. Almost instantly the Prince looked towards the Save, his eyebrow already raised in condemnation. "My Prince."
Oda began, others slowly tunring to look up at him.
"We might wait a month." He stated. "Or we may begin tonight."
A sneer flickered over the Prince's features, as though the possiblity that Odacrin might have something worthwile to say might not even have occured to him. The great Barbarian frowning ever so slightly, wishing that it was Nasri, or perhaps even Kaveh, leading this warband. "What is it, Savage? What could you possibly have to offer that Dragon fire does not?"
Mehren beckoned, the jeering clear in his tone. "Myself, My Prince."
Oda stated simply.
"Send me, and a few others of my choice." Whispers began to float through the air. "We will break what keeps our dragons from this city, and Arkhyst will burn the rest."
There was a long moment, whispers floating through the tent as Mehren held Oda's gaze. The two of them staring at one another across table and scattered crowd. After a few more beats of the Heart, the Prince seemed to relent. His hand waved, though dismissively, towards the savage standing opposite him. "Go then, gain me my prize."
Oda frowned for a brief moment, staring at Prince, then slowly bowed his head. "If you wish for blood."
He anounced to the room.
"Then follow." The Hellfir claimed, stepping outside the tent as he went to make his preparations.
"There are too many Ballista." Prince Mehren spoke with the authority of command one would expect of his position. Everyone within the tent listened, and few would question.
Oda stood towards the back of the tent. Lingering and towwering over all others as Mehren gave his orders.
The Barbarian of the Peaks did not like the Eldest Prince. Considering him to be far too self-involved to be a proper war leader, but at least in this he had the right of it. The Siege would not be broken any time soon, at least not in the way that Thanasis usually ended it's battles. Volara presented a danger to them that others rarely did.
It seemed that within their defiance, the Council of Ten had scoured for every foundry, forge, and alchemist to craft their defenses. Dozens of Ballista now lay scattered around the rising defenses of the City of Volara. Each of the contraptions had been placed and 'layered' in a section of fire to create an immense amount of danger for any Dragon that might approach. Crafting a defense that even the mightiest of Thanasis' host would be none too eager to assault.
"We cannot risk our dragons." The Prince continued, slowly panning his gaze over those present. "We will starve them out. A month or two, and they will surrender."
Again the strategy lay sound, but Oda did not like it.
The Towering savage lingered in silence for a moment more, and then cleared his throat. Almost instantly the Prince looked towards the Save, his eyebrow already raised in condemnation. "My Prince."
Oda began, others slowly tunring to look up at him.
"We might wait a month." He stated. "Or we may begin tonight."
A sneer flickered over the Prince's features, as though the possiblity that Odacrin might have something worthwile to say might not even have occured to him. The great Barbarian frowning ever so slightly, wishing that it was Nasri, or perhaps even Kaveh, leading this warband. "What is it, Savage? What could you possibly have to offer that Dragon fire does not?"
Mehren beckoned, the jeering clear in his tone. "Myself, My Prince."
Oda stated simply.
"Send me, and a few others of my choice." Whispers began to float through the air. "We will break what keeps our dragons from this city, and Arkhyst will burn the rest."
There was a long moment, whispers floating through the tent as Mehren held Oda's gaze. The two of them staring at one another across table and scattered crowd. After a few more beats of the Heart, the Prince seemed to relent. His hand waved, though dismissively, towards the savage standing opposite him. "Go then, gain me my prize."
Oda frowned for a brief moment, staring at Prince, then slowly bowed his head. "If you wish for blood."
He anounced to the room.
"Then follow." The Hellfir claimed, stepping outside the tent as he went to make his preparations.