CASTLETOWN, ALLEDON.
Eldar occupy the great castle overlooking the city of Castletown. It has been a while since the Eldar took over. Their Archers stand at guard of the citizens, who walk through their life in their normal way, as enforced by the eldar. Slowly, doing every task, then returning to their barracks each day. Over and over and over and over. Yesterday a citizen stumbled. He was shot, immediately. Today, everything will change. A glint of steel shines in an archer's eye. He looks in it's direction, a forge. Nothing new there. He turns back. Suddenly, a crack is heard. He falls over dead. Alledonians everywhere pick up weapons, hid cleverly in locations the Eldar would never look. The Eldar choreography lead the humans into a single motion, each day. This lead them to their exact positions, primed for attack at the best part of the day. They fire, bringing archers down all around them. Archers from the castle begin to fire, but most of the arrows miss, the archers have grown stale. The Rebellious storm the castle gates, bringing them down in sheer force. Gunshots ring across the inner side of the castle, through all the corridors. The Eldar governance is killed, struck through with bayonets. Castletown has fallen, the other cities are next.
OOC: How was that?
Eldar occupy the great castle overlooking the city of Castletown. It has been a while since the Eldar took over. Their Archers stand at guard of the citizens, who walk through their life in their normal way, as enforced by the eldar. Slowly, doing every task, then returning to their barracks each day. Over and over and over and over. Yesterday a citizen stumbled. He was shot, immediately. Today, everything will change. A glint of steel shines in an archer's eye. He looks in it's direction, a forge. Nothing new there. He turns back. Suddenly, a crack is heard. He falls over dead. Alledonians everywhere pick up weapons, hid cleverly in locations the Eldar would never look. The Eldar choreography lead the humans into a single motion, each day. This lead them to their exact positions, primed for attack at the best part of the day. They fire, bringing archers down all around them. Archers from the castle begin to fire, but most of the arrows miss, the archers have grown stale. The Rebellious storm the castle gates, bringing them down in sheer force. Gunshots ring across the inner side of the castle, through all the corridors. The Eldar governance is killed, struck through with bayonets. Castletown has fallen, the other cities are next.
OOC: How was that?