Another Fortress Taken Chapter

Evnar sat in the dining quarters drinking with a crew member named Ongas. He was the large Angoth who slammed the head of a Makool aboard the galleon. A large breasted former priestess of Cren served them drinks of Cren brewed ale. She was nude except for a cloth skirt. Ongas the large bellied Angoth with the reddish brown beard grabbed and squeezed her tits.

The large Angoth looked at Evnar as a he massaged the Priestess’s breasts. “You wanna have a taste of her tits, Evnar?” Ongas offered the young Angoth warrior.

She looked at Evnar with eyes that were begging for him to punish her. He looked across the room and saw who was watching. Sitting at another booth that was built into the ship were Leothrad and Captain Clovis. Leothrad was perplexed by the spectral and appeared intrigued enough to join them. After all she did serve the false deity named Cren.

As Champion of the Angoths, Leothrad was offered seventeen former priestesses after the great victory against the Cren fleet. Each one of them were supposed to serve his one personal prize. Evados the innocent whom sat in the guest’s quarter as a prisoner of war. He watch Evnar grab her breasts and began squeezing them. Ongas and Evnar fondled the priestess until her breasts swelled up with milk.

“Evnar,” he said to the young warrior. “Ravage the corrupted priestess and save some for the rest of the crew.” Leothrad ordered as he stood up to walk over to her. Clovis made no moves to stop him after all she was his gift for the victory.

He glared at her with angry eyes. She looked at him with fear surfacing in her crimson eyes. The champion lunged forward and grabbed his cock out. Leothrad forced himself inside her and proceeded to thrust. It felt good, warm, wet and satisfying. Ongas grabbed her head and shoved his own cock into her mouth. She was forced to suck Ongas’ cock and endure being fucked by the Angoth Champion.

She seemed surprised by the thrusts the Angoths displayed. It was nearly an eagle’s flight from its nest to a tree branch on the other side of the forest when the Angoths came. Leothrad felt the urge to thrust in her several more times even after injecting his seed inside her womb. As he pulled himself out of her the Champion looked at her back. It was covered in tattoos representing Cren and her previous master Evados the Innocent.

Cren’s symbols composed of other symbols for supremacy, love, loyalty, and unity. He had not doubt the worshippers believed Cren had supremacy over all things, the world should love him and show loyalty to his descendants. Most of all they believed in unity under the Cren Order. Leothrad smiled the biggest smile when he saw the two new symbols on her shoulders. They put the symbol for freedom and the symbol for whore on her shoulders.

“Leothrad, please let the wench suck on Ongas and come over here to see if more forts were taken by the Makool.” Clovis said bringing Leothrad to the table.

As Leothrad left the former Cren wench to Evnar and Ongas, Evnar helped himself to ravaging her. In his mind he thought, So Cren’s Order and descendants seek to unite the world under his rule. The Champion found this to be amusing. He took his seat at the table with maps of Emnos or Onan-Hai and the sword shaped island. Clovis glanced up from a map that had a wooden model ship on it, which marked their location.

“Our new friends have revealed another fortress fallen to the Makool Domain.” Clovis said placing a finger on a spot along the eastern coastline of the Sword Angeris.

“It is one of the fortresses that were built directly on the coastline. There are seven small villages around this particular fortress.” Clovis said as though Leothrad had forgotten about that. The Champion nearly forgot about the fortresses they had built, but kept reminding himself. Leothrad was often busy fighting armies of their enemies or hunting down demons and monsters across the seas. Those were the reasons he almost forgot about the fortresses along Angeris’ eastern coast.

“Totar, bring those Makool sorcerers over here!” Clovis barked at the doorway where an Angoth sailor was standing.

“Aye Captain!” Totar responded.

“See if we can’t get any more out of these frogs folk!” Clovis growled.

Leothrad picked up a mug and tried to drink from it, but no contents came out. It turned out to be empty of the contents he was drinking earlier this morning. He looked at the empty mug wanting to get more mead. The Champion chose not to get more, since they were about to besiege another fortress. Totar, a thin looking guardsman of the ship entered the room with seven Makool sorcerers. One of them appeared to have received some pleasure as it tied its belt around its waist.

“Ah good all of you are here! Ignore those three!” Clovis said referring to the orgy that was going on at the booth.

“What can you tell us about the fortress here? It is called Fort Night Stone and we hadn’t heard from its garrison for some time. Do you know how many Makool are there?” Captain Clovis asked.

The seven sorcerers consulted each other’s knowledge about the Angoth’s lost fortress. One of them turned to the Angoth leaders, this sorcerer wore a necklace of shark teeth. Its name was Oogloot a former sorcerer of the late fish king Gawak.

“This fortress resisted heavily with help from the locals. It took thousands upon thousands of Makool lives just bring the fortress under our former master’s heel. A wave’s full of Makool hold it now.” Oogloot said, warning the Angoths about the numbers of Makool fighters there.

“This fortress is not an island fortress. There is no way your people could have-“ Clovis tried to tell them, but her was cut off by another sorcerer named Newet. Were

“Those villages around it gave some resistance, but were forced to submit.” Newet said. Leothrad felt impatient, hearing these words gave the urgency to go over there immediately and deal with the Makool scum.

“Enough talk about the fortress, Evnar wake up Ilkabad and Ongas, summon the warriors. Prepare them for a landing!” Leothrad commanded. He passed the sorcerers and went straight to his room. There Leothrad found his shield and pair of swords at the foot of his cot. The Angoth to his armor from the wall and put it on. As he armed himself Leothrad looked over at the other cot in the room.

Oephus laid on the cot asleep. Leothrad did not mind having Oephus as a roommate. The former minstrel would make an excellent bard in the taverns of his homeland. He left Oephus asleep and ran into Ursella who was startled to see Leothrad. “Need something?” he asked.

“I…am coming down to apologize to Oephus. Good luck on your next battle!” she said nervously.

Leothrad said nothing to her and ascended to the decks to join with Clovis. The Captain stood next to the doorway of the cabin. He gripped his long mace in both hands letting the lethal part rest on the boards and had his knife resting at his side. Leothrad stood next to the captain and observed the warriors and crew members assembled by Ongas, Evnar and Ilkabad. In front of the two leading Angoths were three scores of Angoth warriors. Leothrad took a few steps in front of them as he fixed his shield on one arm and sheathed his two swords, one on his back and the other on the side of the shield.

“Angoths, our new Makool friends have informed us that a fortress of ours has been taken. Fort Night Stone was taken by the Makool who seem to be having trouble holding the lands around it. Our lands need liberating and these Makool filth won't give it up so easily. In two days we shall arrive at this fortress and take her back!” Leothrad shouted giving them an arousing speech.

The Angoths roared their approval as the Serpent Hunter proceeded towards Fort Night Stone. It took the ships three days to finally arrive at the shores of Fort Night Stone. Leothrad and Clovis prepared the warriors for the assault. As the warriors filled the landing boats Leothrad caught Ilkabad and Evnar before they boarded.

“I need to have a word with Ilkabad.” Leothrad said grabbing his arm.

“Yes Leothrad?” Ilkabad asked.

“On board the Freed Moon is a Civid Knight named Titan. We are putting your troop of warriors with him. Once we land your groups will rush to the nearest villages. Kill every Makool in your path, and once you’ve landed do not let yourselves get surrounded.” Leothrad left the two cousins as he went to his own boar with Erden. Scur stood ready to take on the Makool. Although he was young, Scur proved himself to be a capable warrior among the Angoth warriors.

Ongas was ordered to stay with Clovis acting as his first mate. He was also under strict orders to stay away from the female priestess. In the back of Leothrad’s mind he hoped the fat boar of an Angoth would keep his hands away from Ursella. As he settled down in the landing craft, Leothrad looked down and spotted a harpoon at his feet. Leothrad gripped the harpoon while the landing crafts were being lowered to the sea surface.

“All right boys row these wenches to the shores!” Leothrad growled referring to the boats.

The boats left their ships loaded with warriors ready to kill their foe. Once they were fifty yards from the shore other warriors grabbed harpoons and stabbed into the ocean. It was a strategy that ensured their flanks remained safe when fighting Makool fighters. Leothrad stabbed into the sea several times as he recalled past battles. Whenever the Angoths or the Veeks fought the Makool on the shores they would always face more of them on the battlefield. Once their forces further on the beaches a considerable number of Makool would emerge from the seas. This would happen every time they invaded an island or retook one from the Makool Domain.

Hundreds of warriors rowed up to the shores with Fort Night Stone in sight. Leothrad spotted several Makool in the water as their boats neared the coast. He raised his harpoon and struck down piercing a selected Makool in the head. Leothrad jerked the weapon from the corpse and struck at the next one he saw in the water. Other warriors armed with spears or harpoons stabbed into the ocean’s surface killing their targets. Leothrad proceeded harpooning more Makool until they reached shallow waters.

The men at the oars rowed their craft aground. Some craft crushed Makool limbs or bodies. Other craft shoved rocks aside. In front of the coalition of warriors stood make shift tents of the Makool. Most of the tents appeared more like huts since their tents were made from seaweed and the tall stiff grass on the beach.

Leothrad stepped out of his landing boat as did other warriors whom drew their weapons. He saw thousands upon thousands of Makool marching towards them. Scur took his side as the coalition of warriors took battle positions.

“Shield wall!” Erden roared from behind Leothrad.

His command was echoed as other captains repeated the same words. Sixteen hundred warriors linked their shields together to form a shield wall. Shields of different shapes and sizes linked together at the front as those behind them overlapped. Together the linked and overlapping shields of the first three rows resembled fish scales.

Leothrad turned his head to see the warriors in the back rows forming another shield wall facing the ocean. “Thank the gods we taught those freed warriors our battle movements.” He muttered under his breath as the Makool kept advancing on them from their encampment.

“Champion, should I give the order?” Erden asked offering to do it himself.

“No Captain Erden, I’ll do it myself.” He said turning the offer down.

“Warriors, advance!” Leothrad shouted and sixteen hundred warriors advanced towards the large force of Makool emitting from the encampment. In minutes both forces met on the sands. Most of the Makool engaged the small army of warriors who showed little mercy towards them on the field. Shields clashed against shields, and weapons forged from volcanic metals.

Leothrad drew his sword and brushed past some warriors making his way to the front. Over two thousand Makool fought the Angoths and their new allies. Axes, Spears, and swords cut, slashed, and pierced through reptilian skin of the Makool. A few warriors fell to the tridents and javelins as the enemy pressed against them.

Makool fell like swaths of flies as the coalition pushed back. A thousand more Makool arrived from the southwest as another four hundred came to the aid of their Makool brothers. When Leothrad stepped up to the front for the fifth time three rows of shields joined him relieving the first three rows. Leothrad into a Makool’s throat as other warriors killed their opponents along the first and second lines of the enemy.

He killed his fourteenth kill in this battle when an Angoth slammed a sharp axe into the skull of an elite Makool. It was taller yet uglier with bumps allover its face and wore nasty looking teeth on a string around its neck. The warrior to his left shoved a spear into smaller but fatter Makool.

Leothrad cut down two Makool just before their archers opened fire. He watched over three hundred arrows shoot above their heads. The volley of arrows rained down on the four hundred Makool. None of them cared how many the arrows would hit as long as the archers did their job in the battle.

Another volley was fired at the small group of Makool annihilating most of what remained of that Makool force. The small reduced force broke and routed as the coalition pushed the larger force back. Despite the increased numbers the Makool were still dying in swaths. As they pushed on the coalition caused many Makool to trip and be trampled under their feet. Other Makool were knocked to the ground and trampled by their own side. Leothrad counted his thirtieth kill by the time the enemy began its slow retreat.

The coalition forces were able to spread out a little more like a bird stretching its wings out getting ready for flight. Four times the six rows of warriors exchanged positions letting one set of rows rest while the others killed Makool. It was a strategy the Veeks showed them only in phalanx formation. Fortunately they freed some Groviscian Hoplites who know phalanx maneuvers.

Leothrad felt victory was within their grasp when he saw the Makool begin to break from their own ranks. It was only to save their own hides for another of battle. He knew they were fleeing due to the numbers of Makool they lost to the coalition and what they had done to those hiding in the waters. He only hoped they wouldn’t send any more this day. One fight a day was all these warriors could endure for now. Archers in the back fired on those fleeing decreasing the numbers they’d have to face the next day.

Scur was by his side as more Makool left and those who chose to stay put, stood their ground. The day was drawing to a close as the sun sank behind the taken fortress. Once the last Makool facing them died a single banner that meant reinforcements was raised about one of the watch towers.