He met with Valerie, Bradford, and his other companions at his tent. It was under the process of being packed up as he approached. Each companion looked over at him. They did not take down everything just yet. In his absence they prepared his armor and displayed his weapons for him to select for this up coming battle. Without checking anything they dropped what they did and helped Mockshah put the armor on. As they fitted the armor on he looked around the camp seeing the army they assembled for him to command. It was not the biggest army nor was it a tiny one. Just for his own command he was given a brigade to command. It consisted of 293 fighters, 218 overseers/Barons, 310 outlaw warriors, 175 Ax Wielders, 291 freebooters, 304 lowlife thralls, 302 low nobles, 220 war masters, blade masters, 378 tribesmen, 116 Guardians, 76 Silver Knights of Atlantis, 756 Atlantean inmates, 33 Elves, 629 of Lancaster's knights and squires. A brigade of 4,101 given to him as an army to command. He did not get to meet all of them, however most had heard of his name. Every one of them tipped their hat, slapped him on the back, rubbed his head, kissed him, hugged, him, raised their drinks to him, others nodded seeing him as a young buck, and the rest begged him to move off world.
It would have been an honor to move off world and stay with these fine warriors. Living among them would make him feel more like a prince. Leaving his home would mean leaving his own family behind. That was one thing keeping him from living among the warriors who chose him to join their ranks. He may have been young, a little boy, but he proved himself to be worthy of a warrior's status.
For years he trained how to fight and lead armies. He was granted the pleasure of going off world. To him it was the best gift any child would want in their life. Sure his parents still gave him gifts, and he was still thankful otherwise he would have never played with them. In fact there were times he had too many toys to play with. It was not entirely his fault if any gifts remained up opened. Not that he hated them it was just extra stuff to keep up with. Having the chance to go on adventures, explore other worlds, realms, and to go on quests was the best gift his own parents granted him. Stabbing that creature at the top of those stairs made him famous. It had some ignition or controller that would destroy another world. What he did was destroy the ignition preventing the weapon from firing.
"We need to get your army ready for Atlantean inspection and to see if the princess approves." Valerie said with a mocking tone.
"Please that b##h doesn't know a proper army when she sees one in front of her." Mockshah scoffed at the idea of some princess. "She is how old now?"
"Eighteen years old, and ready to lead troops according to her royal courts." he heard the dwarf said with a disgruntled tone.
"I say screw the inspection and march on to the base of the mountains." Mockshah insisted picking up another weapon and arming himself. "I will be taking my army of 4,101 to the fight."
Mockshah mounted a steed and picked up his banner. With a loud voice he rallied his army and proceeded to rile them up for this battle. Every one of them marshaled to him and formed marching columns. Within minutes he was off with his army to meet or ambush the enemy. With a brigade of soldiers, warriors, knights, and fighters at his back Mockshah marched straight for the base. There he found a slope covered in trees, and brush to hide his forces. At this location he had his forces spread out and prepare an ambush. Using rope, axes, and the fallen trees he and his army were able to create a string of traps for this oncoming horde. He did not know the actual numbers nor did he care. Large armies can be defeated within a single day.
Setting up traps, hiding them was not always easy with limited time and a large army marching this way. Mockshah made due with what he had available. Even if the enemy were to march up this slope they would find it difficult. Attacking an enemy from the base of a mountain and the slopes forced them to drain their strength just getting to you. His entire force hid in the woods and makeshift shelters armed with several rifles, bows, crossbows and whatever weapon suited them. With everything set up for the ambush Mockshah ordered his army to hide and wait. It was not long before this large horde was approaching their position. It moved slow like a an enlarged amoebae like snail without the shell. He squinted his eyes focusing on how many there were. From his guess there must have been 570,981 of these mutants, monsters, and humanoids from the abyss galaxy. Stories about their tactics and behavior would have caused the average person to shit their pants and pee uncontrollably. He had witnessed such horror on the battle field. Warriors, and Champions overwhelmed, grappled, raped, torn to pieces, and eaten alive. At the age of sixteen he watched his own Master the Great "Bangorang" Elise Gabor suffer those atrocities at once. They were the only ones standing and he was pinned to the ground with spears and swords. His whole life he had been trained, experienced war, lectured, given loads of love from entire kingdoms and royal families.
After that he became a pirate for a short time then forced to become Sir Bob Denson's Squire. In his mind he knew people would call him crazy for ambushing such a large force. This is what he loved about people, how they feared for him at times while others feared the Mockshah the Pirate within. Letting the front force of the horde pass them Mockshah gave the command. His brigade opened fire with rifles first. All four thousand one hundred of Mockshah's army fired each rifle they had loaded. It caused some confusion and panic as the horde started to tear itself apart. Whenever an M.O.R. horde gathered it was made up of mutants, monsters, and spawn who fight each other. Their anger towards one other showed when an enemy ambushed them from afar using missile weapons. He waited for a few minutes to let the horde kill itself off before springing more of the ambush.
"Loose arrows!" Mockshah bellowed out hearing his own voice carry across the area, and echo. In moments thousands of arrows were loosed and rained down on the M.O.R. horde. He commanded for a second volley to be loosed on the horde as it scrambled to form attacking positions. A third volley shattered the first units that were formed and those who ran were cut down or bludgeoned into the earth. Mockshah's army did not stop loosing arrows until their quivers were empty.
"Prepare your crossbows and reload rifles!" He barked out to his own army. "Don't forget our traps." Mockshah muttered to himself.
"DON'T forget the other traps!" the Dwarf barked out for him then nudged. His army laughed heartily. If the enemy heard that they would hesitate to move towards the woods. Their mission was to destroy all in their path, and his army was stalling them. Keeping this army, this horde of nightmares and spawn from the galactic abyss itself was his job. He had to keep this horde from reaching the defenders of the pass while the Lord Commanders rallied their cavalry. Not caring about the numbers Mockshah ordered for another volley of rifle fire into the ranks just to entice the horde to come after him. As one this brigade fired another volley into the horde that was still forming new attack units. The volley got their attention egging a large portion of the horde to break away and pursue their attackers. Mockshah grinned at the sight of nearly one hundred thousand march after him. That was just a third of this horde that was already decreased by one third.
He waited to spring the first traps they laid out as the horde had some difficulty traversing the base. This was a perfect opportunity to strike using the crossbows. Mockshah commanded his brigade to fire a volley of bolts into this horde as it marched up to the wooded area. He did not calculate how many fell. It would be a waste of time and he would lose his focus on the battle. Still holding the grin and wide eyes of excitement he watched the M.O.R. trigger the first traps they laid out that killed hundreds. Scores of them fell into holes while others were pulled up from the ground by ropes. He signaled for the other traps to be released. No one could explain how he managed this, but he made balls of stone that were held together with rope, sticks and tree sap. Having crafted over a hundred he released twenty five of these at a time before releasing the logs, and other boulders. To the enemy these objects appeared like a landslide. His brigade fired their rifles at will ensuring none of the first wave reached them. Sending a large amount of projectiles down the base of the mountains forced the first wave to retreat. There is one of many things Mockshah learned was that the M.O.R. punished those who retreated. More than ten thousand of those who survived had their heads bitten off, hacked to pieces, or eaten alive.
It would have been an honor to move off world and stay with these fine warriors. Living among them would make him feel more like a prince. Leaving his home would mean leaving his own family behind. That was one thing keeping him from living among the warriors who chose him to join their ranks. He may have been young, a little boy, but he proved himself to be worthy of a warrior's status.
For years he trained how to fight and lead armies. He was granted the pleasure of going off world. To him it was the best gift any child would want in their life. Sure his parents still gave him gifts, and he was still thankful otherwise he would have never played with them. In fact there were times he had too many toys to play with. It was not entirely his fault if any gifts remained up opened. Not that he hated them it was just extra stuff to keep up with. Having the chance to go on adventures, explore other worlds, realms, and to go on quests was the best gift his own parents granted him. Stabbing that creature at the top of those stairs made him famous. It had some ignition or controller that would destroy another world. What he did was destroy the ignition preventing the weapon from firing.
"We need to get your army ready for Atlantean inspection and to see if the princess approves." Valerie said with a mocking tone.
"Please that b##h doesn't know a proper army when she sees one in front of her." Mockshah scoffed at the idea of some princess. "She is how old now?"
"Eighteen years old, and ready to lead troops according to her royal courts." he heard the dwarf said with a disgruntled tone.
"I say screw the inspection and march on to the base of the mountains." Mockshah insisted picking up another weapon and arming himself. "I will be taking my army of 4,101 to the fight."
Mockshah mounted a steed and picked up his banner. With a loud voice he rallied his army and proceeded to rile them up for this battle. Every one of them marshaled to him and formed marching columns. Within minutes he was off with his army to meet or ambush the enemy. With a brigade of soldiers, warriors, knights, and fighters at his back Mockshah marched straight for the base. There he found a slope covered in trees, and brush to hide his forces. At this location he had his forces spread out and prepare an ambush. Using rope, axes, and the fallen trees he and his army were able to create a string of traps for this oncoming horde. He did not know the actual numbers nor did he care. Large armies can be defeated within a single day.
Setting up traps, hiding them was not always easy with limited time and a large army marching this way. Mockshah made due with what he had available. Even if the enemy were to march up this slope they would find it difficult. Attacking an enemy from the base of a mountain and the slopes forced them to drain their strength just getting to you. His entire force hid in the woods and makeshift shelters armed with several rifles, bows, crossbows and whatever weapon suited them. With everything set up for the ambush Mockshah ordered his army to hide and wait. It was not long before this large horde was approaching their position. It moved slow like a an enlarged amoebae like snail without the shell. He squinted his eyes focusing on how many there were. From his guess there must have been 570,981 of these mutants, monsters, and humanoids from the abyss galaxy. Stories about their tactics and behavior would have caused the average person to shit their pants and pee uncontrollably. He had witnessed such horror on the battle field. Warriors, and Champions overwhelmed, grappled, raped, torn to pieces, and eaten alive. At the age of sixteen he watched his own Master the Great "Bangorang" Elise Gabor suffer those atrocities at once. They were the only ones standing and he was pinned to the ground with spears and swords. His whole life he had been trained, experienced war, lectured, given loads of love from entire kingdoms and royal families.
After that he became a pirate for a short time then forced to become Sir Bob Denson's Squire. In his mind he knew people would call him crazy for ambushing such a large force. This is what he loved about people, how they feared for him at times while others feared the Mockshah the Pirate within. Letting the front force of the horde pass them Mockshah gave the command. His brigade opened fire with rifles first. All four thousand one hundred of Mockshah's army fired each rifle they had loaded. It caused some confusion and panic as the horde started to tear itself apart. Whenever an M.O.R. horde gathered it was made up of mutants, monsters, and spawn who fight each other. Their anger towards one other showed when an enemy ambushed them from afar using missile weapons. He waited for a few minutes to let the horde kill itself off before springing more of the ambush.
"Loose arrows!" Mockshah bellowed out hearing his own voice carry across the area, and echo. In moments thousands of arrows were loosed and rained down on the M.O.R. horde. He commanded for a second volley to be loosed on the horde as it scrambled to form attacking positions. A third volley shattered the first units that were formed and those who ran were cut down or bludgeoned into the earth. Mockshah's army did not stop loosing arrows until their quivers were empty.
"Prepare your crossbows and reload rifles!" He barked out to his own army. "Don't forget our traps." Mockshah muttered to himself.
"DON'T forget the other traps!" the Dwarf barked out for him then nudged. His army laughed heartily. If the enemy heard that they would hesitate to move towards the woods. Their mission was to destroy all in their path, and his army was stalling them. Keeping this army, this horde of nightmares and spawn from the galactic abyss itself was his job. He had to keep this horde from reaching the defenders of the pass while the Lord Commanders rallied their cavalry. Not caring about the numbers Mockshah ordered for another volley of rifle fire into the ranks just to entice the horde to come after him. As one this brigade fired another volley into the horde that was still forming new attack units. The volley got their attention egging a large portion of the horde to break away and pursue their attackers. Mockshah grinned at the sight of nearly one hundred thousand march after him. That was just a third of this horde that was already decreased by one third.
He waited to spring the first traps they laid out as the horde had some difficulty traversing the base. This was a perfect opportunity to strike using the crossbows. Mockshah commanded his brigade to fire a volley of bolts into this horde as it marched up to the wooded area. He did not calculate how many fell. It would be a waste of time and he would lose his focus on the battle. Still holding the grin and wide eyes of excitement he watched the M.O.R. trigger the first traps they laid out that killed hundreds. Scores of them fell into holes while others were pulled up from the ground by ropes. He signaled for the other traps to be released. No one could explain how he managed this, but he made balls of stone that were held together with rope, sticks and tree sap. Having crafted over a hundred he released twenty five of these at a time before releasing the logs, and other boulders. To the enemy these objects appeared like a landslide. His brigade fired their rifles at will ensuring none of the first wave reached them. Sending a large amount of projectiles down the base of the mountains forced the first wave to retreat. There is one of many things Mockshah learned was that the M.O.R. punished those who retreated. More than ten thousand of those who survived had their heads bitten off, hacked to pieces, or eaten alive.
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