Morahti warhorses had a reputation.
They were known for their strength and speed. Their steadfast demeanor meaning not even the most ferocious of battles would cause them to panic and throw their rider to the ground. Even in moments of great terror, it was said that a Morahti warhorse would never turn and flee.
All of this meant nothing in the face of one of their natural predators.
With the griffin's attack, and their release, the horses let out a cacophany of fearful whinnies and frantically fled, training temporarily falling apart in the face of panic. One of the smaller tents was immediately trampled, and the merrymaking mercenaries were suddenly in a state of panic themselves, shouting to one another in their own language as they tried to figure out what had happened.
Starshine sang as it left its sheath, held aloft.
"Find the prisoners and secure them. Spare those who surrender! Show no mercy to those who do not! Lions, advance!"
Velvetica's voice was carried in the cool night air.
They could not afford to have archers soften the camp up. Not when they knew that there were prisoners who could be caught in the crossfire.
But the chaos caused by the panicking horses would serve a similar purpose. The Morahti mercenaries were in an unprepared state, many of them scrambling to seize their weapons and form some kind of defense. Most did not even have their bows at the ready. Others attempted to calm the horses, trying to wrest their greatest advantage back under their control.
They hadn't expected any sort of assault.
That, Velvetica was certain, would be their fatal mistake.
The attack had begun.
@Raineh Daze@Psyker Landshark@The Otter@VKAllen@Eisenhorn@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@PigeonOfAstora
They were known for their strength and speed. Their steadfast demeanor meaning not even the most ferocious of battles would cause them to panic and throw their rider to the ground. Even in moments of great terror, it was said that a Morahti warhorse would never turn and flee.
All of this meant nothing in the face of one of their natural predators.
With the griffin's attack, and their release, the horses let out a cacophany of fearful whinnies and frantically fled, training temporarily falling apart in the face of panic. One of the smaller tents was immediately trampled, and the merrymaking mercenaries were suddenly in a state of panic themselves, shouting to one another in their own language as they tried to figure out what had happened.
Starshine sang as it left its sheath, held aloft.
"Find the prisoners and secure them. Spare those who surrender! Show no mercy to those who do not! Lions, advance!"
Velvetica's voice was carried in the cool night air.
They could not afford to have archers soften the camp up. Not when they knew that there were prisoners who could be caught in the crossfire.
But the chaos caused by the panicking horses would serve a similar purpose. The Morahti mercenaries were in an unprepared state, many of them scrambling to seize their weapons and form some kind of defense. Most did not even have their bows at the ready. Others attempted to calm the horses, trying to wrest their greatest advantage back under their control.
They hadn't expected any sort of assault.
That, Velvetica was certain, would be their fatal mistake.
The attack had begun.
@Raineh Daze@Psyker Landshark@The Otter@VKAllen@Eisenhorn@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@PigeonOfAstora