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Tales of TanCred; The Satjon Invasion (Part VII)

Updated on May 7, 2017

"'They got in!' The man once again cried out. You see," the storyteller finished with a now listen to me tone

'To the Square,' bellowed the king, rushing off his throne and running through the open doors. He engaged them with a fury that could be felt by his men, who joined him is his quest. It was blood he needed to satisfy his rage and that was the quest. The quest for Satjon blood.

'the Satjons brought in the catapults off our own walls and shot at the pivot loops the bridges chains hung from. The Satjon infantry had open access to the inner square of the Royal palace.' the man recited as if dazed by the reality of the situation. Frozen by indecision. The Satjon formed up with long shields in the front, followed by a guard of swordsmen. No artillery existed, for the Fraunki were limited, as it was and therefore the Satjons were unable to use any sort of artillery front. A stroke of luck.

The battle waged on, bodies began filling the courtyard and streets. The smell of the dead, the burnt flesh and timber mixed with the smoke filled the putrid atmosphere of the war-torn streets. The fighting was ferocious, the king and his guard held their ground allowing none to pass the gates opening to the Royal square, but it was by sabotage that a side passage was learned by the enemy. Aside contingent of infantry pierced the backside of the king's men, creating chaos amongst the ranks. Giving the edge to the Satjons, King Jovinous watched as his friends amongst his guard were flanked from behind and killed without mercy. The men to do so were disgusting men, beings of shit. This renewed the vigor of the King's rage where he slew over a dozen men with only the three tree swipe and cultivates sword movements created by the GreenMan himself. It was a thing of beauty amongst the horde of ugliness amongst war. The king gave only a split second of pause to hear a chant over the horror sounds of battle.


General Jhojan and the Tancred

General Jhojan and the Riverbridge company came crashing into the enemy lines, cries of 'To the King, to the King!' could be heard above the sounds of war, like a heartbeat that overtakes the ear drums. From his vantage point, the General saw the king slay a half dozen men in a combo of three in which he had never seen before."

The storyteller took a moment to wet his throat, everyone mummified in the room watched and waited as beads of mead ran down his grey-white beard. He burped, kids laughed seemingly able to break the spell, and many of the other men drank from their tankards as well.

"Sir!" barked the storyteller, snatching everyone's attention before he lost it.


King Jovinous and the Final Defense

The fighting in the courtyard was brutal. The castle bridge filled with Satjon men pushing with desperation to get passed the courtyard, while Fraunki men and women pushed back with knowledge of their death or salvation through the victory of arms. As the battle waged on, the bodies filled the courtyard and with the Satjons gaining ground the streets filled with blood.

The smell of death reached the nostrils of the King as he hit open square and used his lily pad style to separate a few heads that charged him. Then proceeded to cleanse the forest roots followed by poaching the egg atop the nest to finish his last opponent. He then took two spears to clear a few more men before falling into his shieldsmen. 'We must break the bridge!' He called out to his men, " break off their advance by setting fire to the bridge!'


The Final Hour

As the Tancred and Riverbridge men reached the outer city walls. They found allies at the eastern gate, a company that held their ground. 'Let us join you, we wish to rescue the King!' To which everyone began chanting, 'TO THE KING! TO THE KING!' Many horsemen gave up saddle space in the name of haste and they galloped to the king, all the while chanting. Apparently, these men held off a wall assault of one thousand men. An encouraging thought as they were lent saddle space

Many horsemen gave up saddle space in the name of haste and they galloped to the king, all the while chanting. Apparently, these men held off a wall assault of one thousand men. An encouraging thought as they were lent saddle space for the upcoming fighting.

"Charge!' the cry of everyone was heard and the Tancred as the not only marched into battle but slammed into the enemy lines to cleanse the city of this siege. Many of the Satjon fighters were tired and died easily from this brutal charge. An advantage the captain pressed. King Jovious looked up with vigor as his allies attacked.


The King falls

"The King rode to a high point to bellow and encourage his men, 'We shall be victorious,' problem was an archer had been waiting for an opportunity to take down a high ranking official. This so happened, as the archer shot two arrows with vigor and pierced Jovious twice through the midsection. Witnessed by General Jhojan.

'AAAAAAAH!', he cried in pursuit of his friend. Slashing down dozens of foes as he rode his warhorse into the midst of the Satjon horde. Hacking and kicking tens of the twenties of men in the face as he rode by, all in the effort to preserve his king. The defenders kept the hordes out of the center. The number of arrows dwindled because of the extended nature of the battle.

The bodies, they made mazes of the square, providing cover but also funneling attackers into certain corridors. It was a slaughter on both sides, it was both fantastic and gruesome. General Jhojan, after slaying over 50 men to get to the king, found Jovinous barely breathing about the Zen pond in his keep. The Tancred had taken the advantage of the battle and that was enough said in those days. Jhojan gave support to the king as his destination was not too far ahead in being the solitude ponds. A memory of their youth hit Jhojan as he remembered the King saying he would like to be buried under the elder tree there. Which was vital as the king died before he made the summit.

The King's Funeral Pire

Died without Notice

"The Satjons were driven back and they fled into the forests to the south. Along with the main camp, the Satjons moved into the wild south. As the major political alliances failed around the new kingdoms. Many of the Fraunki men were unaware of the death of their king, the fighting being so heavy and fierce on the bridge. The only sensation felt was a victory as they watched the Satjon cowards run for their lives and leave the city with a haste only know for lily-livered cowards. Many Fraunki called out to the sky in victory, the invasion had come to a halt and the fighting for the Capitol proved the resolve of the incumbents and gave the Fraunki a new sense of hope. The news of the King's death could wait for another day.' "

As the major political alliances failed around the new kingdoms. Many of the Fraunki men were unaware of the death of their king, the fighting being so heavy and fierce on the bridge. The only sensation felt was a victory as they watched the Satjon cowards run for their lives and leave the city with a haste. Now to be only known for being lily-livered cowards. Many Fraunki called out to the sky in victory, the invasion had come to a halt and the fighting for the Capitol proved the resolve of the incumbents and gave the Fraunki a new sense of hope. The news of the King's death could wait for another day.'" Thought Jhojan as he lit his friends funeral pyre."

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