Post by Mister Cicerone on Sept 18, 2012 1:23:40 GMT -5
It's as though a symphony of orchestrated drums was being produced, as a certain battle cleric is thunderously emitting booms and crackles in the air about her, with an axe held up high. Both hands clenched the weapon, and it aims straight up as an impressive display of theatrics is presented before the group of soldiers before her that looked upon Helga with inspiration as she begins to bless them.
The axe itself glows along its sides, crackling with divine energies. Ragnarok, the axes bladed edges would read, yet likely none of the soldiers realize the meaning of the foreign term. Yet it was not their Ragnarok that Helga prepared them for, but the foes that the Cormyte soldiers would face. She had gathered a large group, too, nearing at least 50 or so men and women alike that were willing to take up the battle banner agaisnt Cormry's toughest challenges. Her axe, unenchanted as it was and able to fool many, channeled with energy she put through it as light rays beamed out and shot to each and every soldier present at the outskirts of Arabel, just north of city.
"Let Tempus guide you all into glorious battle! May the hells itself cry for mercy from the sheer impact of thundering boots upon the grounds! Ride forth, brave ones! Go and down the enemies of your Crown and Forests, go and defeat the oppressive tyrants, and go and slaughter the monsters who would steal your freedoms!"
The axe once again crackled and boomed in low thundering pulses. Soldiers cheered and cried out in glory after feeling an endowment of a Prayer spell fill them up. None too soon either, as the call of a war horn sounded for the soldiers to get right into action.
The axe itself glows along its sides, crackling with divine energies. Ragnarok, the axes bladed edges would read, yet likely none of the soldiers realize the meaning of the foreign term. Yet it was not their Ragnarok that Helga prepared them for, but the foes that the Cormyte soldiers would face. She had gathered a large group, too, nearing at least 50 or so men and women alike that were willing to take up the battle banner agaisnt Cormry's toughest challenges. Her axe, unenchanted as it was and able to fool many, channeled with energy she put through it as light rays beamed out and shot to each and every soldier present at the outskirts of Arabel, just north of city.
"Let Tempus guide you all into glorious battle! May the hells itself cry for mercy from the sheer impact of thundering boots upon the grounds! Ride forth, brave ones! Go and down the enemies of your Crown and Forests, go and defeat the oppressive tyrants, and go and slaughter the monsters who would steal your freedoms!"
The axe once again crackled and boomed in low thundering pulses. Soldiers cheered and cried out in glory after feeling an endowment of a Prayer spell fill them up. None too soon either, as the call of a war horn sounded for the soldiers to get right into action.