RPG Story Continue Battle Medieval Eternal Ultimate
Dionysios surveys the field alongside his comrades in arms. Standing there overlooking this battlefield wearing a bronze chest plate, bronze cuirasses, bronze leg greaves, and a helmet in the Corinthian style with a horsehair crest of crimson and black going from left to right rather than from front to back, denoting him as an officer. He carries a long Dory spear of 9 foot length and an Aspis shield with a red Lamda painted on it. On his belt he carries a wicked short chopping sword called a kopis. His long, curly black hair glistens in the sun as it was freshly groomed with olive oil in preparation for this battle. He smiles as he sees the battlefield, vaguely hoping that he would meet an enemy worthy of battle and perhaps one worthy to die fighting.
He thinks back to how strange life is. He remembers marching with his mates leading a unit of 500 Spartans towards Plataea. He saw a strange looking man by the track they were on, felt a strange tingling and then he was in a different place… along with his whole unit. The strange man said he opened something called a gate. The man explains that he brought them here to help him fight for his small town and that he would send them back immediately at the battles conclusion. Dionysios thought it strange he could understand them man and his disorientation was extreme, and then there was no time to think as a group of what the man called orcs arrived. They fought hard that day and when it was over Dionysios, as the leader found the strange man, dying on the field. He looked at Dionysios and said, "Go to my village. I have no strength to send you back. Protect them and they will accept you" and then let out his last breath. That night the village celebrated but the Spartans, in their laconic way, barely participated. Those that were left did eventually integrate into the society, and they spread their Spartan ways to the village. Now, as their king, Dionysios leads half his men here, secure in the knowledge that the last six years allowed him to sire three strong sons and one beautiful daughter. Those Spartans remaining at the village will keep it safe and keep Spartan values alive in this world. His wife said, "Come back with it or on it," just as he taught her to say.
Dionysios leads his 200 men towards a group of orc warg riders, changing towards them hard. He smiles as do the men to his left and right. As a unit 40 men across and five men deep he orders his men to lower their spears to killing height. Like an armored moving unit of death with quills sticking out at various distances they move forward and he feels his spear impact on a something alive, although that soon isn't case. They continue marching, clearing a path through the orcs, who soon break ranks and retreat. Death and blood is all about him as he laughs.
Edited: Abnninja on 26th Feb, 2017 - 9:31pm