A Salamander's slave (Ivory11 x ☢Utsuho☢)

[Ivory11]

For as long as history has been recorded, the forces of evil. Demons, orgres and nightmarish creatures beyond imagining have been kept at bay beyond the Orran Mountain ranges, the few pasages through the otherwise impassable cliff faces amof the high peaks blocked by what is known as "the godswall" a vast high wall made of the same black stone as the infertile mountain peaks, extensions of the mountains themselves, lined with as many spells as bricks to keep out the horrors beyond, the creatures on the other side only able to pass, when let through. During the dawn age of man, as history was first recorded by wandering human tribes, the wall was manned by the Elves, now extinct, or at the least, having long left this world by means other than what humans see as death.

Now, nations of men man the walls. At each section, as it borders a different human land, guarded by a different order of warriors. To the south of the shadowlands the wall has for centuries been guarded by the forces of the Knights of the Flaming Rose, far to the west, the Order of Hashashin, to the east, the vast naval forces of the Black iron fleet, it is unknown if there is a "north" to the shadowlands, but legends tell of an order of warrior monks, the Yi-Shu.

But as of late, creatures from beyond the mountains have begun seeping through. Let through by traitors in the guard. What's more, unlike in old tales of previous breaches, villages have not been burned, cities not put to the sword, fields have remained un-burned and un-poisoned. What's more, every creature that has come through, has been female. Creatures of grace and beauty yet just as dangerous as before both in ferocity and, now, in charm. Villages and towns have taken up arms against the king's paladins when they come to drive out the demonic filth, and the execution of traitors within the flaming rose has occured at such a level that the watch has been weakened. But this ends here. The king's army, fresh from fighting the Western warriors of the desert land of Akim, march on the wall to plug the holes and drive the demons back.

Close to the wall however, within ththe shadow of the mountains, a small company of knights takes rest. Letting their horses take water from the river as they sit around their camp fire. An advanced scouting group. The leader, one Redden of house Drust, known as "Red" was returning from gathering firewood, gathered from roots as so little trees grow in these parts. He dropped them on the black stone the fire sat on. He was about to take a rest when he looked up.. creatures were speeding down the mountain side, clad in heavy red armor that looked like a spiky crab's shell, wielding cleavers and spears. His eyes bulged open "CONTACT! GET INTO FORMATION!" having been drilled daily for months, the knights picked up their shields and spears and formed up. Shield to shield, spears poking out of their tight circular formation. Together they braced. They knew what to do, yet still they were nearvous. The creatures charging them passed into the light briefly as it shone in between the peaks... Salamanders!.

 

[☢Utsuho☢]

In the past those who had entered Shadowlands were either slaughtered or used as bargaining chip in order to gain passage through the mountains wall. Once let through several villages left in ruins. Homes burned to the ground, anything they viewed as worthless was destroyed, and the women they desired were rape until they grown bored of them leaving them broken as humans. They were monsters in all sense of the word.

One day several of the Shadowlands creatures were able to gain passage, but no reports of any human settlement being attacked by the beasts. After that began the new age the Shadowlands. Now those who passed through were female. Unlike the male counter part they never harm anyone unless provoked. These new creatures were gathering information on where about of the monsters that had escaped, but had been helpful to humans as well. Though not all humans care for these being of the Shadowlands.

News of an army coming to seal off one the entrance reach the Demonlord ruler of the Shadowlands. Hearing of this the Demonlord sent one the Shadowlands greatest warriors the Salamanders. A race of reptilian monsters know for their love of battle. It said they are the first line of defense against any invading army.

As they raced down the mountain, the in the lead took noticed of their formation. The leader raised their reptilian like hand making look like they were holding something around, then they made a fist swing it downward. Once they reached where the troops were, instead of clashing into them they circled around them.

They stood there waiting as the flames on their tail grew larger. The leader stepped forward raising their arm up then they point towards the men. The Salamanders rush forward grabbing on to the Spears in one and began punch at the shields letting them feel the full force of a Salamander's strength.

 

[Ivory11]

"HOLD!" Bellowed the leader, and hold they did, digging their shields into the ground to meet the salamanders charge. As soon as they spend their momentum on the shields, the next order came "BACK!" he called, step by step, the center of the line buckled, moving backwards inch by inch. Spears jabbed forward, when a salamander broke a knight's sheild he would draw his blade and begin slashing and stabbing forward. The sounds of blades clashing and the chitlinous salamander armor cracking filled the air mixing with the howling roars of the men and the shrill blood-curdling screeches of the salamanders.

While the center buckled and bent, the flanks remained strong, the Salamanders, lost to their battle-lust continues to push in. But eventually, the rear of the salamanders came level with the flanks. At this moment, a whistle was heard, blown by the leader, the men moved in unison. The outer flanks charged inward, catching the salamanders off guard they linked up and pressed their shields together. A deathly silence fell upon the field as the Salamanders realized what was happening.

The circle closed, step by step, one step and the knights thrust their spears, rinse and repeat. Soon the Salamanders were pressed shoulder to shoulder, those in the center unable to so much as move their arms. They had to break out ASAP or they, the greatest warriors the world has ever seen, would find themselves crushed and slaughtered like cattle.