Alleniana wrote:Mauretania Tingitana wrote:OOC: No, they are elite mechanized drone ships.
OOC: Thank goodness
jk
And better stop OOC in IC before someone tells us off
OOC: OOC in OOC!!!
IC:
Salyan
Azerbaijan"Open the gates, open them!" Screams started from the Azerbaijani Army as they pounded on the doors. The Pereyaslavlites reponded with a hail of arrows.
"Colonel Stasov is coming with his host soon, right?" Kashkin asked Kovalenko.
"Yes. I hope they arrive in time. I didn't expect the entire Azerbaijani Army to be on our doorstep." Kovalenko said.
"Open the gates!" Kovalenko ordered. The army readied themselves. The gates opened and the Pereyaslavlites charged out, ready to meet the Azerbaijani. Scimitars flashed and halberds cut and stabbed and Kashkin enjoyed every moment of it. He gracefully spun and delicately removed an enemy soldier's head.
"I've sieged plenty of cities before, but never been besieged!" He shouted. He hacked the hand of an enemy off before stabbing him through the face.
"It's not so bad!" The Azerbaijani were poorly equipped and appeared exhausted, and at the end of the day, they threw their weapons down and declared Azerbaijan a territory of Pereyaslavl.
"Wait, where was Stasov's host?" Kashkin asked Kovalenko later.
Southern Azerbaijan
Three hours before Treaty of Salyan"Let's go." Colonel Stasov and Captain Khamov advanced slowly through the plains, trying to make their way to Salyan.
"There!" They pounced on an Azerbaijani man trying to slink away.
"Kill me! Kill me before they do!" He screamed. Stasov grabbed his knife and was about to do the deed when an arrow punched through his armor and lifted him backwards before he was firmly planted on the ground dead. Khamov scrambled back with the prisoner. A group of horsemen were riding for them.
"RUN!" The Azerbaijani soldier screamed. The two men ran back to the Pereyaslavl host, the riders in hot pursuit. Stasov's host of three hundred soldiers waited for them.
"Unknown enemy contacts! Stasov is dead!" Khamov yelled. A thunder came from outside. The Riders had come.
The Pereyaslavlites bravely donned their armor and readied the halberds, swords and axes as the Riders bore down on them. Khamov gripped a halberd, and swung the ax-spear hybrid. It caught a horse's neck. He tore it out and plunged it into a Rider's breastplate. Across the camp, the Riders were cutting down the Pereyaslavlites who were trying to flee. Khamov bravely swung his halberd and cut a Rider's throat, then he felt a pain from behind and knew an arrow had struck him. He spat blood and used the staff of the halberd as a quarterstaff, striking the shooter. He gripped his weapon and plunged down. He quickly rose his weapon to block a sword, and an arrow struck his chest. He fell, gasping. The arrow had not penetrated his armor but at that range he could feel the impact. A man stood above him with the oddest features Khamov had ever seen. His hair was black and straight and his eyes were tapered. Khamov would have called the man beautiful if he had not carried a sword.
"Ogedei Khan sends his regards." The man whispered in accented Russian and the sword descended on Khamov's neck.