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In the battle tent

Gyird listened to the Goblin creature from the south as he described his plans for the upcoming battle and could not hide the small smile that had started to spread across her face.  The plan was the same as her own.  Simple as it may be, against the poorly trained enemy they will face it would be devastating.

"I will leave and go to my soldiers, we must pray before the battle starts"

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On the fields of war: Gyrid and Lothian Collab

Gyrid watched as the Goblin creature from the south motivated his soldiers; listening intently as he discussed the various ways he was going to reward his soldiers and their war-cry made Gyrid crack a slight smile; "I will show the creature a proper war cry," Gyrid muttered as she turned her attention to her army,  "Soldiers," Gyrid turned her attention around and received the thunderous sound of one-hundred and fifty soldiers slamming their armored fists into their chest armor in unison, "we stand here on the verge of glorious battle,"  Gyrid began to walk along the frontlines of her soldiers, arms behind her back as she did, "called to defend the maw against the invaders from the east, heathens, and heretics the lot of them," Gyrid continued as her soldiers again slammed their fists to their chest armor, "we have been called by Roffella herself to defend the weak from the strong, the religious from the heretics, and defend the freedom she has granted us, all of us in the west, from the clutches of tyranny," she paused yet again as she raised her arms from behind her back, walked closer to her soldiers, and placed them on the shoulder one of her Guards

"Some of you may die on the fields this day, and tomorrow, and every day we are blessed with another chance to honor the Divine and her greatness," her voice began to rise with each word, "If you fall on the fields this day, know you will be greeted with open arms by Roffella and live eternal; waging war alongside her,"  she stopped as she released her grip on the soldier, and took four steps backwards, "let us pray," she spoke and in unison her army fall to one knee.

"When the long journey started, and the poor and the hopeless began to lose faith, a blessing was given to the weary travellers," Gyrid started the prayer as her head slowly shifted from the left to the right, "Roffella arrived with her Guards and led the poor, the hungry, and the weak from their doom and into the promised land,"  she paused as she looked over to her right side and noticed that one of her fellow commanders was close enough to hear, "as she died in the battle, killing the king of the barbarian tribes after she was mortally wounded, our Roffella ascended to the heavens above," she paused as she turned her attention back to her soldiers, "You all know this story very well, but the invaders do not," her voice began to rise as she continued, "they have not heard the stories of how us, her followers, wage war," she paused as she herself slammed her closed fist into her chest, which echoed back as her soldiers did the same, "of how we burned the north," again her soldiers responded with a thunderous clap, "of how we razed heretic cities,"  she paused as she turned her back to her soldiers and walked towards Ardur.  He had her shield and her spear in his hands, "they know not the feeling of having Roffela fight alongside them and today they will learn, all too well, that Roffella is with us," Gyrid grabbed her shield and her weapon and turned back around.

Gyrid raised her spear up high before she slammed it back down into the ground and her soldiers responded with them yet again slamming their fists into their armor.  She then did it again, and again, and again ten more times before she used her shield hand to grab her Raiders Horn and she blew through it a long, drawn out and bellowing call with her soldiers responding by standing out and letting loose their war cries, covering the area in their yells for a solid five seconds.

Lothian stood in front of the gathered troops, a distance away from where Gyrid herself was standing. His attention was on their advancing enemy, barely armored and charging forward in a disorganized horde. He didn't get long to think about it before he heard the sounds of his allies giving war cries and speeches and he turned his focus back to his own men but not before taking a moment to glance at his fellow commander and her forces as they dropped to their knees and prayed before the coming battle, the elves were more an army of actions than words, this was because they were also more an army of swift strikes and ambushes, having an entire forest to hide their movement. Sure the Knights were somewhat of an exception, coming from the inner reaching of Noldor than it's forest guardians but they still did not expect anything so fanciful from their commander.

He gave the order for them to form up and they moved forward while the Rofelans were still praying, forming a shield wall a way up in front of them and bracing their halberds forward against the enemy charge. With them in position he walked over to Gyrid, having the courtesy to at least let her finish blowing her horn before speaking to her "Colorful words human, I hope your men are able to back them up" He slipped his war-bow into his hands and gestured toward the line his men formed "our line can stem the brunt of the enemy's charge.
once that happens perhaps you could lead your men in a counter charge. is that agreeable?" Brunt sure but this wasn't the time for pleasantries, he wasn't particularly fond of...well any of the factions here really but the Followers were among those he disliked the most, he found them arrogant and their philosophy meant that at some point they would come for Noldor. But for right now they were both fighting the Empire so he would at least try to be civil.

"Impressive," Gyrid said as she studied the movement of the Knights as they moved into formation, "I can only imagine how many non-believers I could convert if I had a long life like your kin," she paused as a sinister smile began to spread across her face as she watched every minute detail of the elven movements and marveled at how fluid they were, "I guess you can count the realm lucky in that regard," winking at Lothian as she finished.  She examined the formation once more, before she turned her attention back to Lothian, "your soldiers are tall and fearsome,"  she said as she looked upwards towards the Elf commander, "my soldiers are up to the task, your knights hold the charge at bay at first," she paused as she motioned for Ardur to come close.

"Ardur, spread the soldiers out along the rear of Lothian's forces.  Two blasts from the horn and we charge in.  Have the men stay as out of sight behind the Elven lines as best as possible; spread the word."

"Aye aye, Gyrid,"  Ardur turned his body towards the soldiers, and with a bellowing shout did he address the soldiers, "reform the line."  In an instant, the one-hundred and fifty Guards quickly moved, forming a few solid battle-lines in less than a minute.  As they lined up, each soldier took a knee once again as they awaited the signal.

"After your soldiers hold back the enemies charge, have them watch,"  Gyrid paused as she turned her attention towards the approaching enemies, "look for Roffella and you shall find her, look and you shall see her presence in each quick strike of my soldiers heavy weapons, look and you will see her guide their blows into the weak spots of the enemies armor," she paused as she walked towards the front line of her soldiers, "witness our offering to the goddess, and remember this day when this war is over,"  she paused as she looked back once more while she spread her arms out wide with a wide grin on her face, "we faithful shall put on a show that your kind will remember for the rest of your long lives."

Lothian didn't say anything else and simply let her have her moment, as much as he may not like her or her people her flair was a least a bit amusing. As she finished with the promise of a great show for them to remember he chuckled lightly to himself and moved to join the line as well, taking up a spot just behind them and readying his bow. When the enemy was in range he meant to target the ones that seemed to be their leaders.
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