Post by Dirt on Oct 2, 2008 11:42:55 GMT -5
The regiment marched on through what seemed like a ghost town. No children in the streets no merchants selling and almost no noise no commotion. Everyone was huddled in there homes cold, starving, and afraid. The mighty corsican regiment marched through this village fear followed in their wake. They were all equiped with the finest in weaponry the newest guns the finest swords and the greates artillery. The small regiment band played a marching song calling out the glory of the mighty corsican army. This was only a small regiment of 5000 men a drop in the bucket compared to the grand army of over 60,000,000. The captain of the regiment rode a white horse that was treated 10 times better than any of the people in this town. He rode with an air of confidence and pride. His regiment had just squashed a small rebellion of the Trevelyan Revolutionary Army (TRA) a small force of about 1500. His men killed or captured every last one with only 2 casualties. Suddenly a shot range out and the captain fell from his horse a bullet lodged in his chest. Panic fell across the regiment a seargent stepped up to take control of the situation as soon as he opened his mouth he was shot. Then another few soldiers fell. The captured TRA members began to fight the soldiers who were gaurding them as more volleys of deadly shots struck down high ranking members of the regiment. A sergeant quickly took of his hat and put it on a private to distract attention from him then a bullet met with his neck. A solitary man ran from the edge of the village rifle in hand taking out soldiers left and right after each shot he brought his hand foreward and cocked the repeater riffle with incredible spped then he jumped aside behind a hut and reloaded the soldiers rushed around to surround him. No one was on the other side. The soldiers looked around franticaly when a whistle penetrated the erie silence a soldier looked up to see the butt of the rifle meet his face. The man was wearing a tattered brown trench coat as he landed the rifle seemed to disapear inside the coat then the butt shot out again to hit another suprised soldier in the nose. He fell to the ground covered in blood. The man spun around and fired a shot into the third soldier who had finaly shaken his suprise and drawn his sword, but to late. The man flipped the rifle cocking it and reloading all in one move. then he ran around the small hut striking the side of the regement were the prisoners were he passed by quickly handing a skeleton key to one of the prisoners. Within minutes the prisoners were free and taking the weapons of the downed soldiers. The suprised soldiers were attempting to chase the single man who attacked them and supress the prisoners attempting to escape. Soon the small village turned from a ghost town to a graveyard. Nerely the entire regiment had been killed or ran away. A select few were huddled together in the center of the town surrounded by the former prisoners. The man wearing the trenchcoat stood talking, in a strong Irish accent, to the highest ranking soldier left,a corporal.
"I'm going to let you live because I am not a monster not like your emperor. I have compassion and generosity in my heart. Unlike Corsica the ogre. I do have a message for your emperor. I am Fenian Dwyer the Lion of Trevelyan. I am your new adversary." with that Fenian released the soldiers and pointed them toward the rest of their army. The few revolutionaries he had freed stood around him.
"Fenian who do you fight with?"
"I fight with Trevelyan and any one who wishes to liberate us from this evil that plauges us." The remaining TRA members let out a shout.
"Would you fight with us? we are the Trevelyan Revolutionary Army and we could use a man with your courage and skill." Fenian smiled and looked at the faces of the men who now stood huddled around him.
"Yes, Yes I will fight with you. For how long I do not know but you are good men fighting for a noble cause and I will be blade to take up arms with you." The TRA members cheared. then they all began to gather up supplies and weapons left behind by the destroyed regiment. The TRA members were headed to meet with the leaders of the TRA in the capital city.
(i had more but class is over and i might just do another post)
"I'm going to let you live because I am not a monster not like your emperor. I have compassion and generosity in my heart. Unlike Corsica the ogre. I do have a message for your emperor. I am Fenian Dwyer the Lion of Trevelyan. I am your new adversary." with that Fenian released the soldiers and pointed them toward the rest of their army. The few revolutionaries he had freed stood around him.
"Fenian who do you fight with?"
"I fight with Trevelyan and any one who wishes to liberate us from this evil that plauges us." The remaining TRA members let out a shout.
"Would you fight with us? we are the Trevelyan Revolutionary Army and we could use a man with your courage and skill." Fenian smiled and looked at the faces of the men who now stood huddled around him.
"Yes, Yes I will fight with you. For how long I do not know but you are good men fighting for a noble cause and I will be blade to take up arms with you." The TRA members cheared. then they all began to gather up supplies and weapons left behind by the destroyed regiment. The TRA members were headed to meet with the leaders of the TRA in the capital city.
(i had more but class is over and i might just do another post)