Post by raive on Apr 8, 2012 17:26:34 GMT -5
They began to march towards the portals that would bring them close to battle. "They are our dark cousins, the Dark Elves. They loathe every race, but none as much as they loathe us. We loathe them in return, for they are a reminder of what we lost. Had Aenarion, the first Phoenix King, not drawn the Sword of Khaine, the Druchii would not exist. However, that being said, we Asur might not exist either. So the Sword of Khaine was a mixed blessing. I can tell you a bit more about their fighting styles. They like to get in close. Some of them are so fanatically devoted to Khaine, the Bloody-Handed God, that they'll even spill fellow Dark Elf blood to appease him. Pray that you do not fall victim to any of these Khainites. Especially the Witch Elves. They do not wear armor, but their weapons are poisoned and they are very quick. Other than that, I would advise you to use your magic if possible. They will not be expecting a fireball from a Swordmaster; take advantage of that skill wisely."
Once they reached the portal, Iriel stopped and turned to face his unit. "My fellow Asur! I am not one for grand speeches, therefore I will keep this brief. The loathsome Druchii hunger for blood. Well, we shall give them blood; their own blood. May our swords shine true this day! For the Phoenix King!"
"For the Phoenix King!" was echoed through the entire 25-man unit.
Iriel quickly whispered in Sarel's ear. "You may feel fear at any given time, and if you do and victory is not possible, there is no shame in running. If you do not feel you are up for this particular battle, you may leave now, if you wish."
Once they reached the portal, Iriel stopped and turned to face his unit. "My fellow Asur! I am not one for grand speeches, therefore I will keep this brief. The loathsome Druchii hunger for blood. Well, we shall give them blood; their own blood. May our swords shine true this day! For the Phoenix King!"
"For the Phoenix King!" was echoed through the entire 25-man unit.
Iriel quickly whispered in Sarel's ear. "You may feel fear at any given time, and if you do and victory is not possible, there is no shame in running. If you do not feel you are up for this particular battle, you may leave now, if you wish."