Silver Shield of Elysium
After a month (Slow compared to most good artists) of working with BluTwister I have finally got this thing done. La la la la Found a couple of tutorials for the fire and fireballs, Blue twistar and her husband helped teach me a bit about shading (Still not very good at it.) and I need to practice line art more. I am still debating whether I should make this my Fursona or not. I would also like the more experienced members of Deviant art to please Critique this. I'm curious on what I need to improve on.
Now for the boring part for some people the whole story/background of this character.
To think the day started off so well, routine patrol went with out incident. The weather wasn't raining for once. Captain Merick Conall was awoken from his barracks bedside by the sounds of screaming in the streets. As he gazed out his window he could see fireballs raining from the sky like a terrible storm. Quickly he equipped his armor and his short sword. Merick is part of a distinguished line of soldiers known as the Silver Shields of Elysium (As etched into his shield.) they are armed with a tower shield and are split up into four separate divisions, spear, sword, Calvary, and bow. Being a captain he is armed with a well forged and tested steel gladius short-sword as well as commands a large company of all four divisions. With sword in hand and soldier running every which way, it was a scene of chaos.
With a voice that was meant to lead he bellowed, "Silvershields, front and center!" With that the well drilled men and women formed into their respective groups all brandishing their chosen weapon. "Lieutenant Nork, give me a situation report." Out of the line of soldiers one man steps forward, he is a mid height person with a trim muscular figure. He is a mixed breed from the many races that inhabit Elysium. His face has the markings that his father was a Red fox and his mother a brown timber wolf. Merick himself is a mix breed as well of both a northern grey wolf and a black timberwolf, because of this his coat is a light grey. "Sir, currently we have been besieged by the Skithian forces. They must have formed up on the outskirts." Skithians are a reptile people that inhabit the wastelands of the far south. In ancient past they were the greatest technological race that had been created by the Goddess. When the Goddess's brother tricked them with the temptation of more knowledge they became a uncivilized race of violent being that only wish for the world to become eternal darkness. Yet even though they became such, they still retained some of their knowledge before the Great Fall. So instead of archers they are armed with crude rifles that belch forth purple fire and death yet most of the clans did not have access to cannons such as these rabble attacking the city or the walls would have been breached a while ago.
"It doesn't matter where they formed up from now cause they're here," Merick replied as if it were a matter of fact and with a clear voice that could be carried for a distance he began to issue orders to his subordinates. "Licus, Nork, take your spearmen and stay by the gates less they break and give the enemy a clear shot at the men on the walls. Victoria, Vadis, Argus take your swords and support any border repel actions on the walls. The rest I want you evacuating the civilians and wounded and in reserve in case they break through and reinforcements are needed or they try a sneak attack on another section of wall. AM I CLEAR?!"
With a response that could only be described like a thunder of voices they replied, "Crystal sir!" and they were on their way and so to was Merick. He knew that his and the other Silver Shields' presence would help the militia fight harder than they normally would. Running was fast as the rest of his soldiers he made his way to the wall to get a better understanding of their predicament. When he finally reached the wall, he started to snarl at what he saw. In front of him on the ground below stood an army of Skithians as far as his wolf eyes could see. He gazed around to see how the battle for the wall was going and was met with faces of grim determinations. They knew that if they lost here that they would their towns and possible their loved ones.
It was at that moment that his ear perked at a disgusting sound. It was the sound of timbers being spit and broken. With a quick glance down the other side of the wall toward the gate house he could make the Spearbands making ready for battle. With this he made his way to the gate, feeling there is were his command would be needed most. At arrival he is greeted by his lieutenants Nork and Licus. "Sir, the Scalies are breaking through the gate, and we are making ready for a repel action."
"Then make ready quickly who knows how long the gate can ho-" With a sudden explosion of timbers the gate came crashing open. "RALLY ON ME," bellowed Merick reinstating the disciplined part of the Silver Shields' minds. At that moment the Skithians flooded through the opening like a wave of locus descending upon a farm field. The enemy group consisted of Axe-men, serrated swordsmen and riflemen coming right for his formation. With no time to waste Merick unsheathed his gladius and struck the flat end against the side of his shield. As they had train before this gesture ordered them to form a shield wall with the first row going into a kneeling position with their spears out and the second row covering the heads of the first and the rest raising their shields to protect them from arrow fire. Not caring for the what the Skithians believed a useless formation, they charged wanting only blood to be spilt. Some in the group were armed with those crude rifles and with a flash of purple smoke; send their deadly payload toward the Elyisian line. Most were deflected because of the rounded shape of the tower shields but some did land their mark. After the first volley Merkick say a young black coat fox take a shot to the neck, dead before he hit the ground. His body was dragged back and his place was filled by another. 10 meters before the enemy melee infantry hit Merick his the flat part of his sword twice against his shield. This time the formation shifted and the first rank came up from their kneeling position with their spears still presented and everyone tightened their ranks bracing for the enemy's charge.
"HOLD THE LINE, BY THE KING YOU RESOLVE SHALL NOT FALTER! YOU ARE SILVER SHIELDS, THE BEST OUR COUNTRY CAN TRAIN AND TODAY YOU WILL SHOW THEM THE WHAT WE ARE CAPABLE OF."
Just then a thunder clash of metal and wood resounded trough the town as the two lines met for the first time. With a lightning quick thrust and a twist Merick gutted one enemy combatant with and axe and shield. As the initial force of the charge died down the well disciplined line of Silver Shields went into action and began butchers work. With a slow march forward they made their advance, shields covering their bodies and their spears thrusting at an enemy with in range. Many of the enemy were impaled on the charge and were now getting skewered as they pushed onwards; If their spears broke, they used their swords. Yet it was a costly push as even with their individual training a Silver Shield was not as strong as a Skithian one on one. As the formation started to deteriorate it showed. As more of the riflemen started to get past the gate they started to get clearer shots and started to widdle down Merick's ranks. As Merick sliced the throat of a swordsman that brought his blade too high he saw a female cat with brown fur take an ax to her clavicle and in a gruesome display the lizard that brought her low soon afterwards decapitated the soldier taking her head as a trophy. Yet he would not as an arrow imbedded its self in the back of his head. Some of the archers protecting the front of the gate now faced the opposite side bringing death from above onto the enemy. With new vigor the Silver Shields made one final push putting all of their energy into driving them back.
An ax men brought his weapon down, its path meant to spit his skull. Raising his shield Merick barely stops the ax, yet the strength of the blow had taken a chunk out of his shield. Quickly the Skithian recovered and went for strike at the mid section. Merick batted away the blow with his shield and thrusted out only to hit the lizard's wooden shield. The lizard, sensing Merick's blow was blocked, shield bashed him in the face and came in with a high horizontal strike. Luckily his reflexes kicked in and barely backstepped the blow, nicking his cheek. With eyes red with rage the lizard came back with a back-hand but this was his fatal mistake. Sensing it Merick charged and shield bashed the blow, knocking the lizard the opposite way. With that he proceeded spin and cut the base of the lizards heel brining him to his knees and with a thrust into his neck, ended his life. As he looked up he could see many of the enemy fleeing the gate back to their line on the other side. The battle had been won today, but not tomorrow, not here. He gathered his lieutenants and formed a defensive line just in front of the keep in the back of the town. The walls had fallen shortly after the victory at the gate and more were heading towards the breach. Merick consolidated what forces he had left for one final defensive effort. In front of him and his men stood an enemy that seemed endless yet he and his soldiers would hold the keep so that evacuations could continue.
"Soldiers of Elysium, my brothers and sisters in arms. Now is the time when we must put everything we have left in one final effort to protect the people. They come as a wave of hate wanting to destroy everything we hold sacred and dear and if we fail they they will get what they wanted AND I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT! You will hold until the last civilian is out of this place and then we will be the last to leave. We were trained to protect, and so we will for fill this duty. Rally on me, and prepare to fight till the end." With a resolved cry the prepared themselves for the onslaught charging them. In a rhythm each soldier started to bang their weapons upon their shields to show the unity of cause they had. As the lizards got closer the rhythm increased in frequency and with a defiant cry Merick led his remaining Silver Shields into battle.
For King, Country and her people we fight to protect all of these. For we are the guardians of Elysium, we are her shinning knights. We. Are. Silver Shields.
Now for the boring part for some people the whole story/background of this character.
To think the day started off so well, routine patrol went with out incident. The weather wasn't raining for once. Captain Merick Conall was awoken from his barracks bedside by the sounds of screaming in the streets. As he gazed out his window he could see fireballs raining from the sky like a terrible storm. Quickly he equipped his armor and his short sword. Merick is part of a distinguished line of soldiers known as the Silver Shields of Elysium (As etched into his shield.) they are armed with a tower shield and are split up into four separate divisions, spear, sword, Calvary, and bow. Being a captain he is armed with a well forged and tested steel gladius short-sword as well as commands a large company of all four divisions. With sword in hand and soldier running every which way, it was a scene of chaos.
With a voice that was meant to lead he bellowed, "Silvershields, front and center!" With that the well drilled men and women formed into their respective groups all brandishing their chosen weapon. "Lieutenant Nork, give me a situation report." Out of the line of soldiers one man steps forward, he is a mid height person with a trim muscular figure. He is a mixed breed from the many races that inhabit Elysium. His face has the markings that his father was a Red fox and his mother a brown timber wolf. Merick himself is a mix breed as well of both a northern grey wolf and a black timberwolf, because of this his coat is a light grey. "Sir, currently we have been besieged by the Skithian forces. They must have formed up on the outskirts." Skithians are a reptile people that inhabit the wastelands of the far south. In ancient past they were the greatest technological race that had been created by the Goddess. When the Goddess's brother tricked them with the temptation of more knowledge they became a uncivilized race of violent being that only wish for the world to become eternal darkness. Yet even though they became such, they still retained some of their knowledge before the Great Fall. So instead of archers they are armed with crude rifles that belch forth purple fire and death yet most of the clans did not have access to cannons such as these rabble attacking the city or the walls would have been breached a while ago.
"It doesn't matter where they formed up from now cause they're here," Merick replied as if it were a matter of fact and with a clear voice that could be carried for a distance he began to issue orders to his subordinates. "Licus, Nork, take your spearmen and stay by the gates less they break and give the enemy a clear shot at the men on the walls. Victoria, Vadis, Argus take your swords and support any border repel actions on the walls. The rest I want you evacuating the civilians and wounded and in reserve in case they break through and reinforcements are needed or they try a sneak attack on another section of wall. AM I CLEAR?!"
With a response that could only be described like a thunder of voices they replied, "Crystal sir!" and they were on their way and so to was Merick. He knew that his and the other Silver Shields' presence would help the militia fight harder than they normally would. Running was fast as the rest of his soldiers he made his way to the wall to get a better understanding of their predicament. When he finally reached the wall, he started to snarl at what he saw. In front of him on the ground below stood an army of Skithians as far as his wolf eyes could see. He gazed around to see how the battle for the wall was going and was met with faces of grim determinations. They knew that if they lost here that they would their towns and possible their loved ones.
It was at that moment that his ear perked at a disgusting sound. It was the sound of timbers being spit and broken. With a quick glance down the other side of the wall toward the gate house he could make the Spearbands making ready for battle. With this he made his way to the gate, feeling there is were his command would be needed most. At arrival he is greeted by his lieutenants Nork and Licus. "Sir, the Scalies are breaking through the gate, and we are making ready for a repel action."
"Then make ready quickly who knows how long the gate can ho-" With a sudden explosion of timbers the gate came crashing open. "RALLY ON ME," bellowed Merick reinstating the disciplined part of the Silver Shields' minds. At that moment the Skithians flooded through the opening like a wave of locus descending upon a farm field. The enemy group consisted of Axe-men, serrated swordsmen and riflemen coming right for his formation. With no time to waste Merick unsheathed his gladius and struck the flat end against the side of his shield. As they had train before this gesture ordered them to form a shield wall with the first row going into a kneeling position with their spears out and the second row covering the heads of the first and the rest raising their shields to protect them from arrow fire. Not caring for the what the Skithians believed a useless formation, they charged wanting only blood to be spilt. Some in the group were armed with those crude rifles and with a flash of purple smoke; send their deadly payload toward the Elyisian line. Most were deflected because of the rounded shape of the tower shields but some did land their mark. After the first volley Merkick say a young black coat fox take a shot to the neck, dead before he hit the ground. His body was dragged back and his place was filled by another. 10 meters before the enemy melee infantry hit Merick his the flat part of his sword twice against his shield. This time the formation shifted and the first rank came up from their kneeling position with their spears still presented and everyone tightened their ranks bracing for the enemy's charge.
"HOLD THE LINE, BY THE KING YOU RESOLVE SHALL NOT FALTER! YOU ARE SILVER SHIELDS, THE BEST OUR COUNTRY CAN TRAIN AND TODAY YOU WILL SHOW THEM THE WHAT WE ARE CAPABLE OF."
Just then a thunder clash of metal and wood resounded trough the town as the two lines met for the first time. With a lightning quick thrust and a twist Merick gutted one enemy combatant with and axe and shield. As the initial force of the charge died down the well disciplined line of Silver Shields went into action and began butchers work. With a slow march forward they made their advance, shields covering their bodies and their spears thrusting at an enemy with in range. Many of the enemy were impaled on the charge and were now getting skewered as they pushed onwards; If their spears broke, they used their swords. Yet it was a costly push as even with their individual training a Silver Shield was not as strong as a Skithian one on one. As the formation started to deteriorate it showed. As more of the riflemen started to get past the gate they started to get clearer shots and started to widdle down Merick's ranks. As Merick sliced the throat of a swordsman that brought his blade too high he saw a female cat with brown fur take an ax to her clavicle and in a gruesome display the lizard that brought her low soon afterwards decapitated the soldier taking her head as a trophy. Yet he would not as an arrow imbedded its self in the back of his head. Some of the archers protecting the front of the gate now faced the opposite side bringing death from above onto the enemy. With new vigor the Silver Shields made one final push putting all of their energy into driving them back.
An ax men brought his weapon down, its path meant to spit his skull. Raising his shield Merick barely stops the ax, yet the strength of the blow had taken a chunk out of his shield. Quickly the Skithian recovered and went for strike at the mid section. Merick batted away the blow with his shield and thrusted out only to hit the lizard's wooden shield. The lizard, sensing Merick's blow was blocked, shield bashed him in the face and came in with a high horizontal strike. Luckily his reflexes kicked in and barely backstepped the blow, nicking his cheek. With eyes red with rage the lizard came back with a back-hand but this was his fatal mistake. Sensing it Merick charged and shield bashed the blow, knocking the lizard the opposite way. With that he proceeded spin and cut the base of the lizards heel brining him to his knees and with a thrust into his neck, ended his life. As he looked up he could see many of the enemy fleeing the gate back to their line on the other side. The battle had been won today, but not tomorrow, not here. He gathered his lieutenants and formed a defensive line just in front of the keep in the back of the town. The walls had fallen shortly after the victory at the gate and more were heading towards the breach. Merick consolidated what forces he had left for one final defensive effort. In front of him and his men stood an enemy that seemed endless yet he and his soldiers would hold the keep so that evacuations could continue.
"Soldiers of Elysium, my brothers and sisters in arms. Now is the time when we must put everything we have left in one final effort to protect the people. They come as a wave of hate wanting to destroy everything we hold sacred and dear and if we fail they they will get what they wanted AND I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT! You will hold until the last civilian is out of this place and then we will be the last to leave. We were trained to protect, and so we will for fill this duty. Rally on me, and prepare to fight till the end." With a resolved cry the prepared themselves for the onslaught charging them. In a rhythm each soldier started to bang their weapons upon their shields to show the unity of cause they had. As the lizards got closer the rhythm increased in frequency and with a defiant cry Merick led his remaining Silver Shields into battle.
For King, Country and her people we fight to protect all of these. For we are the guardians of Elysium, we are her shinning knights. We. Are. Silver Shields.
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