World Of Warcraft meets Braveheart
I believe I was a man or male character throughout this dream. I was in a small Alliance peasant town and becoming part of a small army forming to repell an invading Horde force that we knew would be arriving shortly. I don't really remember the typical World Of Warcraft races though, it was like we were all random extras from Braveheart (specifically, the Scottish rebels). This includes the enemy, except for the big boss (who I didn't see at this point and didn't know was leading the other side).
The town was set up on a little hill with a forest behind it, and below was grassland in a valley and then another forest up the hill beyond, where the Horde would be appearing from. And yes, they did appear. Both sides drew up their battle lines across from each other in the bottom of the valley (and at this point I'm wishing I'd scrounged up a shield, all I had was a sword). We were quite close to the opposing faction, maybe ten feet away from their line at the most. But then, there weren't really all that many of us, maybe twenty or thirty to each side.
I was sort of leading this thing, so I yelled "CHARGE!" and we charged the enemy first. Then it's like my battle experience was vaguely based off what I've done in reality, and since the real me is not at all trained in battle of this style (or any style, LOL), I remember doing a lot of shallow stabs and cuts to enemies, but whatever I was doing seemed to be working. Everyone else was fighting in this same way too. Several of the enemy broke through the line during the fighting, and were met closer to town (or in town) by backup fighters we had ready for such an occurrence. During the fighting I managed to pick up a discarded knife and so now I had two weapons, the sword in my right hand and the knife in my left. I used both to my advantage.
The big boss of the other side, an undead warrior who was actually fairly infamous throughout the lands, had broken through as well. I'd now seen him but had lost track of him. I and the allies who still stood nearby managed to win out where we were, still about at the original line of battle. I moved back towards one of the outer buildings of town, helping clean up the few Horde stragglers as I went along. There was a large area of grass by this building, and it's here where the evil boss appeared. I confronted him, and this turned into a one-on-one showdown with the others looking on (just my guys, because the boss was the only Horde left alive and it's like I was the only one on my side left who was capable of taking him on).
I don't remember being injured before this last fight, but during the battle with the boss I got quite a few cuts. But I hit him more, and in the end he was lying on the ground by the building unable to move. There was half a thought of showing mercy (did someone watching suggest it?) but the evil guy swore he'd hunt me and my children and my children's children and blah blah blah I dropped my knife and took one big huge swipe down with my bigger sword, cutting off his head completely. I pushed the head away from the body a little and told the cleanup crew to burn the remains separately. This guy was undead and if it was done wrong, he had a chance to come back.
I don't remember any more.
The town was set up on a little hill with a forest behind it, and below was grassland in a valley and then another forest up the hill beyond, where the Horde would be appearing from. And yes, they did appear. Both sides drew up their battle lines across from each other in the bottom of the valley (and at this point I'm wishing I'd scrounged up a shield, all I had was a sword). We were quite close to the opposing faction, maybe ten feet away from their line at the most. But then, there weren't really all that many of us, maybe twenty or thirty to each side.
I was sort of leading this thing, so I yelled "CHARGE!" and we charged the enemy first. Then it's like my battle experience was vaguely based off what I've done in reality, and since the real me is not at all trained in battle of this style (or any style, LOL), I remember doing a lot of shallow stabs and cuts to enemies, but whatever I was doing seemed to be working. Everyone else was fighting in this same way too. Several of the enemy broke through the line during the fighting, and were met closer to town (or in town) by backup fighters we had ready for such an occurrence. During the fighting I managed to pick up a discarded knife and so now I had two weapons, the sword in my right hand and the knife in my left. I used both to my advantage.
The big boss of the other side, an undead warrior who was actually fairly infamous throughout the lands, had broken through as well. I'd now seen him but had lost track of him. I and the allies who still stood nearby managed to win out where we were, still about at the original line of battle. I moved back towards one of the outer buildings of town, helping clean up the few Horde stragglers as I went along. There was a large area of grass by this building, and it's here where the evil boss appeared. I confronted him, and this turned into a one-on-one showdown with the others looking on (just my guys, because the boss was the only Horde left alive and it's like I was the only one on my side left who was capable of taking him on).
I don't remember being injured before this last fight, but during the battle with the boss I got quite a few cuts. But I hit him more, and in the end he was lying on the ground by the building unable to move. There was half a thought of showing mercy (did someone watching suggest it?) but the evil guy swore he'd hunt me and my children and my children's children and blah blah blah I dropped my knife and took one big huge swipe down with my bigger sword, cutting off his head completely. I pushed the head away from the body a little and told the cleanup crew to burn the remains separately. This guy was undead and if it was done wrong, he had a chance to come back.
I don't remember any more.