A Kingdom Defeated (Rape rp)

[Maero]

Alexander rose and charged after his fearless leader, as did the bulk of the army behind them. And suddenly a bombing voice was heard across the battlefield. "Well said Saxon war leader. You have inspired me to defend my little fiefdom and allow you mortals under me to live awhile longer." Alexander was not the source, nor was Axle, or Mickal. The voice was deep and ancient, like the sound of boulders crushing deep beneath the earth. The gates to the Saxon caste, once closed, flew open and an ominous mist began to drift out from the mouth of the fortress.

Alexander dropped his sword and fell to his knees. "The king is coming." he said in a whisper. He repeated himself again, louder this time. "The king is coming! The king of the Saxon nations has risen!" All began to fall to their knees, as a form appeared at the gates, and slowly exited the fog. A scrawny Saxon squire exited the mist, his back to the army as he stumbled away from something, so frightened that hunter could nearly smell his fear from where he stood. And suddenly, a shadow, enourmous and dark, blasted forth from the castle, not through the gates however, but out the top, through the courtyard.

The mighty presence rose into the air, faster than any arrow and larger than even the chimera itself. The sun was eclipsed by the form of the Saxon king, and a mighty roar blasted forth from him, his form still obscured in his own shadow. The roar carried with the scent of blood, gore and painful death, and even as the roar itself deafened all who heard it with its might, the screams of a million fallen still managed to crawl within the skull of everyone who bore witness to that shadow and heard the terrible sound.

To Saxons, it was awe inspiring, a creature so powerful that death itself bowed to it was their king, and they salvation. It filled them with zeal and moral and even those who ran away before came back now, ready to fight. But for the enemy it had the opposite effect, and the barbarian army that had so eagerly charged after a wounded foe, turned tail and ran from the terrible new opponent. But they could not escape.

Fire rained down on their army and scattered them like roaches. the Saxons were quickly on them, and a fierce slaughter was joined. But this battle was far from over and Frankish reinforcement arrived on the battlefield. Even as fire rained from the sky in a hail of death, they charged on to reinforce their kin. The remaining force of the Franks, and the Frankish General took heart and called all their forces to a halt. "Send forth the Drake Stormers!" He shouted, knowing that the Drake stormers, most powerful and skilled of all Frankish warriors, astride mighty Golden Drakes, had never been defeated in battle. "Be he man or monster he will die all the same!" The general yelled as the Drake Stormer Knights, all of them, charged up into the air, riding their mounts into the sun, intent on slaying the Saxon king where no one could help him.

Bolts of golden lightening soared up at the shadow that was the Saxon leader, and the shadow faltered, and the rain of fire ended. The riders continued to fire into the shadow, believing that they were killing the creature, whatever it was. Suddenly, a deep rumbling laugh shook the earth, and the Saxon king flapped his wings as fire exploded from his muzzle, showing all who and what he was for the first time. The fire devoured the riders one by one, and as soon as they all fell from the sky as ash, he turned his flames on to the Franks. All fled, none, escaped. All that was left now was to wipe up the barbarians and finish what they had started.