[RPG] [AT][MI] Appearance of a Demon on the Battlefield

Tue Nov 13 15:29:43 CET 2007

(OOC: RP leading up to the battle in Mansbridge)

The Black Knights marched hard from Melmoor to Mansbridge. Orders had
come in, and Lelouch was in a rather good mood, so good, that the Black
Knights did not take a rest and marched the six hours straight. Arriving
at the field in Mansbridge, Lelouch ordered the Black Knights to
their position, while he marched to the field tents to ready his armor.

As the Black Knights marched to their starting lines, they could hear
the snickering, the muddled jokes regarding their armor. Despite their name,
most of their armor was, in fact, not black, nor anything prestigious enough
to warrant the name Knights. Their armor appeared to be a mis-mash of
various colors. Mostly brown and tan leather jerkins and leggings. Some had
sprinklings of dark green, and a few had some black pieces. One even had a
bright red leather jerkin. The few that managed to acquire metal armor, were
covered with scratches and abrasions. Not one was polished. The unit looked
like a rag-tag band of commoners.

One of the Black Knights, a 5'9" young man in his early 20's with
long brown hair, opened his mouth to make a retort at on of the latest
insults when an all too familiar voice boomed from the back.

Lelouch: "Soldiers who look pretty, but can't fight are nothing more than
sheep off to the slaughter." Lelouch moved to the front of his unit, as
he passed the young soldier, Lelouch spoke again, loud enough for all nearby
to hear, "If you want armor like his-- take it from his cold, lifeless
body after the battle. He'll have no more use for it."

Lelouch continued, taking a stand in front of the Black Knights on
the battlefield. His own armor clashing like night and day when compared to
his unit. Lelouch stood with facing his men in the polished, ebony-black
armor. His bright red trimming stitched through holes in the pieces of the
armor holding them together. Lelouch was covered from head-to-toe. If not
for the light of the coming dawn, he would have indiscernible among the
shadows.

As much as his armor occupied the fancies of many soldiers, it was his
helmet that stood out the most. The same, dark, ebony-black lacquer. On the
top of his head, two 5 inch horns grew out the top of his helmet, spaced a
little further apart than his eyes. These horns, were unlike those of the
Norland Vikings. The horns, similar to bovine horns grew up, and slightly
out, with very little curve, they were black near the base of the helmet,
fading to white with a little tint of red mixed into the transition phase.

In between the horns, hair could be seen growing out. Running from the front
edge of the helmet to the back, from left horn to right, 4 inches or more in
length. The hair was a dark--almost black--red at the base, growing more
vibrant before fading to a tan-brown, 1 inch up. After another half-inch,
1-1/2 inches from the base, the hair fade to a pure white, for which it
remained till the tips.

Lelouch stood with a grin, surveying the gathering units of Minas Ithil.
Having restrained himself in earlier battles to observe just what type of
blood flowed in the veins of the Northerners. But today, today was
different. Today, marked the beginning, the day the 'demon' steps out fully
from the shadows, to have his fun. Lelouch turned, to cast his gaze at the
field below the walls, the Norlanders would be coming soon, and the demon in
him hungered for blood. The warriors of Minas Ithil could now see the entire
4-1/2 foot sword strapped to his back with black rope. The sword scabbard
had fine lines of red acting as highlights. Lelouch maneuvered his right
hand to his face, and an audible click could be heard of something latching
into place.

When Lelouch next turned around, half the men in his unit took a step back,
as a wave of fear swept over them. Lelouch had set into place, a thin,
metallic face plate, shaped to fit his facial features, but project a
different set. The face was covered in lacquer, the same dark red found on
his helmet the ropes that stitched his armor together. The face, had a few
inhuman features. Two pairs of 1 inch long, canine teeth located at the
corners of the mouth, a set for the top, and a set to the bottom, The mouth
was fixed open, as if a wolf was exhaling before sinking his teeth into his
prey.  The eyes, were bright white, 2 times larger than a normal humans.

The pupils and the and the space between his teeth were cut open, along with
two small hole located at the nostrils. These openings were necessary, to
allow Lelouch to see, breath, and bark orders.

<i>Lelouch: "Don't you dare think of running, or I'll send you to HELL
myself!"</i>

With those words, Lelouch swung his sword down to his side and drew the
curved blade, a meter in length at the least. Lelouch turned and waited for
the enemy to come.

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The sounds of stone walls splitting could be heard as the siege engines
relentlessly pounded away. One such opening formed to the right of Lelouch.
Lelouch turned from the wall, hoping down to the ground, and moved to take a
place just behind the stone rubble in the center of the opening. Lelouch
planted both his feet on the ground with his left foot in the lead. He moved
his sword to his right side, the blade behind him facing up.

Lelouch waited for the first calvary trooper to emerge. Soldiers were
already pouring through, and the defenders were moving to repel them. Than
he saw it, his target, sitting high, mounted on the beast. The beast had to
move slowly to squeeze through the opening. As the mounted warrior pushed
forward past the footman to the edge of the rubble, Lelouch waited. He
waited until enough of the soldiers cleared to the sides before charging at
the beast. Lelouch swung low, striking the beast just below the forward
kneecaps. The beast cried out in agony, as fell forward throwing its rider
to the ground, tumbling amongst the shattered stone. Lelouch walked slowly
to the now dismounted, clearly confused rider. The last the rider saw after
turning his head, was the face of a demon, with a mean icing grin, before
the meter long sword, swept 120 degrees around from the side to connect
square on his temple. The crushing below, shattering a portion of his skull
sending the rider on to the next life.

Lelouch stood, looking back to the gaping hole in the stones, the Black
Knights were not to be found. A few blood vessels began to protrude on
Lelouch's forehead, behind his mask. Ran away did ya?!

<i>Lelouch: "You ungrateful, maggots! Filthy Curs! I will send every last
one of you women to HELL!"</i>
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