Blood in the old world

2519, Imperial Calendar. The southern old world burns. Pushed on by some unknown force or motivation, the beastmen of bretonnia have gathered in numbers not seen since the first storm of chaos, under some unknown but surely mighty, bestial warlord. These horrific mutants have began raiding and attacking the people of bretonnia, burning and pillaging as they go, moving slowly, dangerously close to the capital city of Couronne. In response to this, King Louen Leoncoeur has called the banners of his many knights, lords, and men at arms together to combat this threat, massing them together and preparing a mighty counterattack against the beastmen horde. Unfortunately for the king of Bretonnia, the elves of Athel Loren, provoked by the poisoning and defiling of their trees on the outskirts of the forest, have begun blaming the people of bretonnia, attacking villages and towns near the forest’s edges. The few forces that can be spared are far from adequate to provide adequate defense against the wrath of the elves, let alone investigate the situation further. With no choice left to him, King Louen has begrudgingly reached out to his ‘ally’ to the north, Emperor Karl Franz, for aid. More than willing to aid, if for no other reason than to discover the truth behind who is defiling the forest, Franz has despatched an army of soldiers from Reikland, lead by Sir Henry Var Attre of the Knights Griffon, striding into the southern lands atop his mighty Demigryph, ready to clash blades with the elven warriors if needs be.

Ooc note
With the exception of possible timeline shenanigans, this is lore adherant

Can I be a orc
Specifically a burna boy

Ooc....ffs

Your actions have consequences dear friend

OOC: Am here

The forefoot of the demigryph hit the ground with a thud, sending mud flying inches in all directions. Both Beast and rider surveyed the landscape that now lay before them, one assessing the situation, the other simply searching for prey. Before them lay a human town, the smoke trail from which billowed up into the sky, and had been like a beacon, bringing the two to this place. It was clear it was too late to save the town, the elven and dryad perpetrators had done their bloody work with speed to be expected of their race. But the elves themselves had yet to leave the area, even now trailing from the town’s edge back towards the safety of the treeline, but they had still a ways to go now. Amongst their ranks, towards the back of the trail, towered a hulking beast of wood and rage, trudging back towards the forest, the blood from its slaughter still staining its clawed hands. The rider smiled as he saw this, as the beast beneath him almost seemed to grin. Both had found what they were looking for.
Having now formed a plan of attack in his head, Sir Henry Var Attre turned to the host of Imperial men at his back, stood patiently awaiting his orders or just watching with disgust as the elves ran from the slaughter. Drawing his blade, the knight turned to his two lieutenants, a black clad knight of Morr, and a knight of the blazing sun.
“Peter, I want you to take your knights and cut off the head of the trail, cut off their escape. Emhyr, Take your men round the rear, prevent any from returning to the town. Both of you have men circle around to the other side, cut off their escape from that way. The Griffins and I will go down the middle. Have the Hellblasters focus fire on that brute, try to weaken it before the Demigryphs reach it. And see if that damn bright wizard can do something to weaken it as well, that should cheer him up.” The two knights nodded in silent approval before returning to their respective forces, as Sir Henry turned to the army itself, drawing his sword and holding it high for all to see. “ARISE! ARISE SONS OF SIGMAR! Do not avert your eyes men, look well upon what lies before you! What this should show you is obvious, not only are our enemies ruthless and honourless in the extreme, but our ‘mighty’ allies of bretonnia cannot so much as protect a single town from their wrath! How many innocents have died today? How many women and children now lie dead in the streets?! Well know this fellow sons of sigmar, while we cannot return them to life, we can and will ensure that these honourless bastards do not escape with their lives, and show the bretonnians the might of reikland while we’re at it! For Sigmar! For Karl Franz! For the empire!”
The speech was followed by a mighty cheer from the men as Sir Henry sheathed his sword, hefting his lance and taking up position at the head of his Demigryph Knights. By his word the order to charge was given, and the army of reikland thundered forward, the knights of the empire galloping at great speed directly towards the elven host. Caught completely off guard, the elves were unable to form a proper defence in time, and it wasn't long before sir Henry’s lance plunged into elven flesh, killing instantly the poor warrior who hadn’t escaped in time.

A short time later the fight was won. The elves were dead and scattered, and Sir henry and his demigryph stood over the battered, charred corpse of the treeman, the army’s bright-wizard grinning next to them.
“You know sir henry, if I have to save your life again, I’m gonna start charging for the privilege.”
The knight shrugged off the comment, instead turning to the remains of the town.
“Now let’s start cleaning up here, shall we?”

*Without even a cry for help a knight slumps forward and falls from his horse*

The knights draw their weapons and look around for the culprit

*They see no one, could the Wood Elves have sent a relief force or is there a survivor picking them off one by one?*
*Another arrow punches through a knights visor sending him off the back of his horse*

Ooc can you steam?

The wizard takes look at one of the bodies. After judging the general direction of the firer from the arrow's angle, he casts a cascading fire cloak overhimself for protection before lobbing fireballs that-away

*The of shafts of a third and fourth arrow burn up in the cloak, but the heat produced has caused the iron arrowheads to melt coating portions of the wizards robes in molten iron"

Am I free to join in with this then my prettys?

OOC sure
IC being....you know a bright wizard, and with it only hitting his robe, he just laughs before continuing to throw fireballs. Being less taken up in all this, sir henry directs several soldiers to shield him with their....well shields

*An arrow bounces off the shield before they stop comming*

he continues fireballing as some of the blazing sun knights move in to the burned areas to smoke him out

*their assailant dives behind a hill, protecting itself from the fireballs and breaking line of sight*

commense fireballs being lobbed like mortar shells/arrows, up and over, as the knights circle around from both sides

*Now that the knights can see the assailant it becomes clear that they being attacked by a lone archer who is taking billy bigsteps away from the hill in a rather fast manner*

the sound of horses moving fast gets louder and closer behind him

A love archer?

OOC: Yes a love archer *Shoots both you and a honey badger*

Calm down cupid. Been a while since we talked, hows.life for you been bush?

*realising he won't make it to the forest the archer turns and notches another arrow before taking aim at the lead knight*

OOC: Not too bad not too bad, how about yours?

Purrty good, thanks for asking.

its too late to fire with any accuracy now as the knight is within striking range, swinging his blade and hitting the archer's bow with a mighty swing

OOC: That was quick

*Blade cuts through the longbow with ease and narrowly misses the mans shoulder*

Bush do you require a ex machina?

OOC: It's fine

Drat

the knights surround him quickly, weapons drawn

*The archer draws his sword and shouts at them in a foreign tongue*

"Shut up, whelp. You stand no chance"

*He doesn't seem to understand them*

a couple dismount, approaching him

*He faces them*

they approach, slowly

Are thou okay with me intervening

*The barbarian charges toward the closest one with his sword raised*

he quickly parries the incoming blow, seamlessly disarming his foe of the blade with a twist and a thrust

*Without losing a beat the barbarian drops his hand and picks up an arrow bringing it round to stab the knight through his faceplate*

he sidesteps before tripping him before he can stop his charge forward

*The barbarian hits the earth and tries to pull himself up*

the knight, who he notices is more 'fancifully' clad than his fellows, treads on the arrow, snapping it before he grabs him by the arm and drags him up onto his feet.
Emhyr: Bind his hands. Sir Henry will want to see this one

*The barbarian struggles rather unhappily as they do this*

he throws the man over his horse before riding back to camp

*Said man is less than pleased*

they get to henry's tent, where he is at this point. Emhyr brings the man inside, gripping his arm tight (his hands are tied behind his back)
"Your mystery sniper, Sir, and he aint an elf. Thought you'd want to meet him."
the griffin knight turns, his face still obscured by his plate helm
"Well done Emhyr. Leave him with me."
he does so, letting go of the man and leaving the tent

*The man glares at him*