Xanaphia
Biblically Accurate Bitch
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
Much like the flood Matthias caused a couple days prior, the battle started slow. A trickle, as the first few scouts appeared within striking range, mostly picked off by the remaining archers. A gush, as one or two turned into groups of five to ten, Soon steady streams of foes poured into view and onto the battlements. For a while they fended them off, hacking at their improvised ladders and sending demons into the overflowing Sarn to be washed down stream. But for every one they managed to push back two or three took their place. Once the riverbank and walls were inundated with demons, it was time to bring out the Dragons’ Fire.
Perched up in a guard tower, the first blow from the Dragons’ Fire left a small crater where twenty demons once stood. The fiends had little idea what had actually happened. Some knew that whatever it was, it came from the guard tower, and the fiends immediately made their way there.
Standing at the door of the tower was Aurianna, while Justine took up the top of the tower. Aurianna maintain a zone of death at the bottom of the tower, killing anything that got within her range. Justine protected the top from fliers and assisted Aurianna once the numbers threatened to overwhelm her. For nearly ten more shots of the Dragons’ Fire, the two Paladins protected the tower that held the town’s secret weapon.
But as more and more demons poured over the walls, the humans who had been defending it began to fall. By mid afternoon that had to abandon the southern wall. Diana and Roland added their numbers to Aurianna as the Dragons’ Fire was pulled back into the town, escorted by Sue. Once the Dragons' Fire was moved into the center of town, the trio of Paladins set off the defunct mortars , and fled, leaving the wall to collapse and the explosions to decimate large swaths of demons.
The traps the townspeople had set slowed the outpouring of demons over the crumpled walls, but dead humans piled up by the hundreds, serving as a feast for the rampaged horde. Aurianna lead a mass group that were pursuing her into an abandoned house, where a human waited to set off the trap. A dragons’ fire filled with nails and glass awaited her pursuers, as Ari escaped the detonation through a back door. Still, no matter how many they slew, no matter how many were blown up by makeshift bombs or squashed under collapsed buildings, the host of Torment continued to fill the streets of Monsford.
Perched up in a guard tower, the first blow from the Dragons’ Fire left a small crater where twenty demons once stood. The fiends had little idea what had actually happened. Some knew that whatever it was, it came from the guard tower, and the fiends immediately made their way there.
Standing at the door of the tower was Aurianna, while Justine took up the top of the tower. Aurianna maintain a zone of death at the bottom of the tower, killing anything that got within her range. Justine protected the top from fliers and assisted Aurianna once the numbers threatened to overwhelm her. For nearly ten more shots of the Dragons’ Fire, the two Paladins protected the tower that held the town’s secret weapon.
But as more and more demons poured over the walls, the humans who had been defending it began to fall. By mid afternoon that had to abandon the southern wall. Diana and Roland added their numbers to Aurianna as the Dragons’ Fire was pulled back into the town, escorted by Sue. Once the Dragons' Fire was moved into the center of town, the trio of Paladins set off the defunct mortars , and fled, leaving the wall to collapse and the explosions to decimate large swaths of demons.
The traps the townspeople had set slowed the outpouring of demons over the crumpled walls, but dead humans piled up by the hundreds, serving as a feast for the rampaged horde. Aurianna lead a mass group that were pursuing her into an abandoned house, where a human waited to set off the trap. A dragons’ fire filled with nails and glass awaited her pursuers, as Ari escaped the detonation through a back door. Still, no matter how many they slew, no matter how many were blown up by makeshift bombs or squashed under collapsed buildings, the host of Torment continued to fill the streets of Monsford.