Path of Conquest

The Battle of Orbendarth. Smoke and dust smother the atmosphere making everything look grey, cloudy and unfocused. Bodies were piling up all along the outskirts of the city and at the end of the day, it wasn't even close.

The commander of the Rathkin army was strong as well as extremely powerful. The way his golden armor glistened in the falling sun made him look even more remarkable. Enemy troops kneel and drop their weapons, surrendering themselves before his gracious self. The Commander was one of a kind, so unbelievable, so remarkable, so... deadly.

With a coat of solid golden armor covering his magnificent toned body. A helmet which has two giant wings branching out among the side of his head making his ears look like they have sprouted wings, souring above the rest of his enemies. A giant beak around his nose, so forceful and deadly. His entire armor looked like that of an eagle. It made enemies fear him, that of a giant eagle that would devour any little, tiny, promiscuous prey that would even attempt to attack him.

Commander Rixx was the most powerful general that ever lived. Not only could he command an army the most perfect possible, he was a demon in his armor. A demon to anybody that looked at him. Commander Rixx stood at least six feet, eleven inches tall. His arms were huge, easily able to lift three hundred pounds. His chest, bigger than you can imagine. The fear he brought into his enemies was unmatched. His skill on the battlefield and unrivaled.

He had customized crafted armor to make himself feared. A Pure golden helmet with the same spiked feathers branching out across his skull. A bent long beak on his nose again created with nothing but the purest of gold. The helmet looking almost like an eagle, but more. Wider, carved eye holes causing him to have great perspective but around the corners, trailed with dark green emeralds. A face-mask, which lowers down to his mouth, sharp golden fangs engraved into it.

After looking at him, there were more Metallic feathers around the neck, his shoulder blades and many metal barbs piercing out about half a foot along his collar bone and forearms. For many people, they couldn't even lift their arms but for this man, it was heavy as boulders upon boulders. This allowed this man to be able to block blades which slashed upon him.

Flowing down his body, his breastplate as large as you have ever seen on a man and again, the color of gold, such a solid dark yellow. Golden steel dripped down to his calves, ankles and into his boots. With those boots, around his ankles, more solid golden feathers that branched out making him look even more fierce.

The most intimidating thing though.. His weapon, the most dangerous..., a huge sword which most likely takes two people to wield..., Until you see him wield it himself. The Pommel, made of bone. The Grip, solid metal. The Guard, fans out into 6 different spikes, looking like eagle feathers. The blade, as sharp as can be, not like that mattered to him.

Commander Rixx raises his eyes, looking at the lone commander of the enemy fleet and he can't help but chuckle as the tiny commander sits there, shivering in his armor. It isn't before long that the sound of metal scraping upon a rock floor echos upon the remaining forces. Commander Rixx drags the tip of his glorious blade along the rocks causing an ear piercing screech to echo along the ears of everybody within the vicinity. His sword slashes along the rocks, letting loose quite a loud, piercing sound of steel cutting into the rocky material.

As he takes step after step, his eyes never leave his foe. After a handful of paces, he starts to move around his enemy in a circle, carving his giant great sword into the ground. It isn't long because a ring forms along the surface, circling his enemy. The smirk on his face knows he's won the battle and it isn't long before once again, his confidence reigns supreme.

"What the fuck is he doing?" A random knight of Rathkin asks, "He's weakening his blade..." as he watches his commander scraps his blade against the ground, dulling the edge and making it less likely to slash the neck off an enemy.

"That sound..." the other knight replies, grimacing as he knows what's about to happen, "It's the last sound he'll hear before he dies..." the Rathkin solider gulps down the saliva that would pooling in his throat.

Two of the three remaining guards charge towards Commander Rixx hoping to catch him off guard to end his life. With a heavy thrust of his blade, one of the guards is impaled half way up his sword. The other guard, continues to run at Rixx and raises his arm, which Commander Rixx easily reflects the blades attack with his forearm, the blade bouncing off his heavy armor. That guard just stays there stunned, his sword holding the same spot against his armor while his eyes go wide with shock. Rixx maneuvers his hand out, gripping the second guard hard around his neck pulling him close before lifting him off the ground. The guard slowly suffocating in his grip before throwing his body off to the side.

"Please!" Commander Tidd begs, "I surrender!" he falls to his knees before Rixx.

Commander Rixx can't help but stare into his eyes, "" he pauses "awaits you." and with a heavy swing of his sword. His blade slices the enemy commander's head off his body. The remaining knight throws his weapons and falls to his knees "Please..." he begs "I surrender, please spare me!!"

"For Rathkin..." His voice, extremely deep and rasp as he pierces his blade through the last enemies chest, ending his life immediately.

"He's unstoppable..." a knight grumbles to himself as he watches his Commander move around the battlefield

"The city of Orbendarth is ours..." Commander Rixx turns his head to his second in command "Search the city, take what we need, burn what we don't." He pauses "AND DO NOT" he emphasizes those three words "lay your hands on the women."