1873-12-15: Buy Them Time
Buy Them Time, No Matter The Cost
Summary: Eisen, unable to reach the mass battle with Teleko, does what he can to keep the supernatural forces present from interrupting his fellow mortals.
Date: 1873-12-15
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The battle raged on for what felt like years condensed into moments for everyone along the battle line, as the Rikton forces and the combined task force of Galenthian and Aequorian troops smashed into each other, again and again. Good men, bad men…they all bled and fought for their lives. Everywhere, bodies were piled like cordwood, men screaming in agony as they were rent asunder by blades, or in some parts of the lines, by supernatural monsters, blood-drinkers mad with lust for their prize, the crimson vitae that flowed through their living foes. Howling packs of them loped through the lines of the united Galenthians and Aequorians, taking their tithe from the veins of their foes, ripping them apart with weapons, or if they were unarmed, the sharpened claws that adorned their hands. The men faltered through the lines and began to turn and flee, horrified by this assault, their courage breaking in the face of what was obviously an evil they were not prepared for.

But some…some did not run. Hidden in the lines, there were a few who knew the cost that needed to be paid, and they would gladly sell their lives until the debt was paid. In small pockets, they fought back, shedding their blades of steel and drawing weapons of shining silver. They gleamed in the light and were soon stained with the brackish blood of the lesser vampires, who were forced into the bulwark these furious souls were making for their men. They were mortal, just like their fellows, but they did not let this hold them back, as they hewed and hacked and bled and died. It was a terrible cost they were forced to pay, these last few, who kept Vigil over the souls of mankind, but those that chose to reveal themselves knew that it was worth it. Men could not fall to the darkness, and to these monsters, no matter the cost. No rest, no mercy, no matter what!

One of these figures, a man clad in a suit of black plate, fought at the forefront. He had been wounded in several places, but they were mostly superficial. He had a cadre of Aequorians around him, dressed in blackened leathers and bright blue tunics and even a few Galenthians. They were trying to hold back the tide as best they could when the massive blast emanated from the center of the battlefield, sending the vampires they fought against as well as the man scattering like twigs in the wind. The figure in the blackened plate however, stood against the storm, his whole body alighting with power as he struggled against the arcane energies. He screamed his defiance as the mantle of his sorcerous power engulfed him, shrouding him in the aspect of the Wraith. It wasn't to be for long however, as he too was eventually blasted backwards, skidding across the snow. He bled power into the snow, entire body smoking. He forced himself to his knees and he looked at the carnage around him. He wasn't going to die here, not today, not to this filth! With another roar of rage, the man picked himself up to his feet, propping himself up with the ebon blade he carried, the sidhe steel in his hand throbbing as the magical energies around it dissipated. He hated having to rely on tools like this, but even his fists weren't able to break these vermin, so he had to do what he had to do. Flinging the snow off his blade, he looked to his fallen men and the vampire who were rousing after the blast. The men looked more scared than ever, barring a few with their hard faces who had resigned themselves to die. The lone Vigil helped up what men he could and then turned to stand before them, blade at his side as the horde approached.

He suddenly turned to them, his face almost eerily calm as he spoke, hand tightly gripping the blade in his hand. "MY BROTHERS! I CAN SEE THE FEAR GRIPPING YOUR HEART AND FESTERING IN YOUR MINDS! THIS FOE…THESE VAMPIRES…THEY HAVE HAUNTED OUR IMAGINATION, SAPPING OUR STRENGTH FOR THIS BATTLE, BEFORE WE EVEN KNEW THEY EXISTED!" His voice booms out across the battlefield, trying to rally whatever men would listen to him. He wasn't much of a battlefield commander…he was always a fighter, not a leader…but if he was going to win this battle, he needed to step up into this role, at least for a short time. "THEY KNOW THAT WE ARE AFRAID, AND THEY PREY ON THAT FEAR! BUT LOOK AROUND YOU, SONS OF AEQUOR AND GALENTHIA! THEY CAN BE KILLED!" He kicks aside one of the rapidly decaying corpses of the creature, which had been eviscerated by his blade before the blast felled them all. "TODAY, WE MUST SHOW THEM! MEN ARE NOT PAWNS TO THE DARKNESS, FOR WE WALK IN THE LIGHT! I CARE NOT FOR WHICH GOD YOU WORSHIP, BE HE THE ONE OR THE CHORUS OF THE MAN, WE TODAY ARE ALL UNITED IN RIGHTEOUS PURPOSE! WE STAND AGAINST THESE BEASTS, THESE MONSTERS, AND WE WILL SHOW THEM THAT /MEN WILL NOT FALL!/" His sorcerous power surges once more, wrapping him in a cloak of nullifying energies that billows behind him. "ONE DAY, THE AGE OF MEN WILL COME SCREAMING TO AN END, WITH SHATTERED SHIELDS AND BROKEN SWORDS, BUT TODAY IS NOT THAT DAY! STAND AND FIGHT WITH ME, MEN OF THE WEST, AND WE WILL SHOW THESE CREATURES THAT WE WILL NOT SUFFER THEIR DARKNESS!"

With that, Eisen d'Geroux, Ghoul, Wraith, and Sword of the Vigil, turns, and leads a block of screaming men into the fray once more, driving a wedge of angry men between the vampires of Rikton and the battle with Teleko. If he could not reach the battle, he was going to sell every inch of ground between himself and the Ancient with a blood price that even these minions of darkness would balk at paying.

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