Post by CrimsonMoon on Apr 5, 2014 7:25:23 GMT -5
The forest was in flames. The trees screaming in terror as man and beast fled from the wave of death known as the Dornish Army.
After making their allegiance clear, they had swept up from the South in a monsterous wave, helping secure the Crownlands as they bgan to push east and north. These battles... No... These VICTORIES were led by none other than the heir, Enzio Martell. A young man of the King's Guard with an unrivaled skill with the spear. Now... Now his campaign had just begun despite the losses the other families suffered.
The sun and spear banner floated below the burning foliage of the trees but above a wave of lightly armored soldiers with interlocking shields that went around the burning trees like water around rocks. These were just the footman though, behind them was a line of archers and even further behind that was cavalry. The horses were nerous from the flames that roared aroud them but most were kept under control, those few who spooked were killed immediately by their masters... Weakness was frowned upon, animal or man weakness.
-TIME . SKIP-
Enzio walked through the ashen forest, leading his war horse. A beautiful red roan with rippling muscles and sharp hooves. It was snowing heavy ashes, the flakes of what was once men and plants landing in his light brown hair and on the broad shoulders of his agile sandy armor.
A huge spear nearly eight feel tall was slung behind his back, the heir walks in silence, staring foreward. How was his sister? She was safe back in Dorne, they were too far South for the Starks to pose any real threat.
The prince frowns and stops, the huge horse's chest bumping his shoulder and causing him to smile slightly,"... Is someone there?" He calls into the mist and ashen snow fall
After making their allegiance clear, they had swept up from the South in a monsterous wave, helping secure the Crownlands as they bgan to push east and north. These battles... No... These VICTORIES were led by none other than the heir, Enzio Martell. A young man of the King's Guard with an unrivaled skill with the spear. Now... Now his campaign had just begun despite the losses the other families suffered.
The sun and spear banner floated below the burning foliage of the trees but above a wave of lightly armored soldiers with interlocking shields that went around the burning trees like water around rocks. These were just the footman though, behind them was a line of archers and even further behind that was cavalry. The horses were nerous from the flames that roared aroud them but most were kept under control, those few who spooked were killed immediately by their masters... Weakness was frowned upon, animal or man weakness.
-TIME . SKIP-
Enzio walked through the ashen forest, leading his war horse. A beautiful red roan with rippling muscles and sharp hooves. It was snowing heavy ashes, the flakes of what was once men and plants landing in his light brown hair and on the broad shoulders of his agile sandy armor.
A huge spear nearly eight feel tall was slung behind his back, the heir walks in silence, staring foreward. How was his sister? She was safe back in Dorne, they were too far South for the Starks to pose any real threat.
The prince frowns and stops, the huge horse's chest bumping his shoulder and causing him to smile slightly,"... Is someone there?" He calls into the mist and ashen snow fall
