The Big Red One

[Knox213 10]

The Big Red One

 

The waves crashed against the pier of Siegrad, pouring over the side of the railings. The spray of water doused one of the nearby torches, plunging a part of the docks into darkness. This didn’t stop the contingency of armed soldiers from marching rhythmically along the docks, the red of their tabards looking almost as dark as the Crow embroidered on their chests.  The patrol made its way past one of the larger houses, where the sound of heated discussions drifted through the ajar windows, out into the streets.  Several armed guards stood outside the door, keeping out the un-invited.

 

 

Inside, one would be overwhelmed by the smells: Carrion Black, freshly cooked trout, various buns and sweet rolls, roast beef, and a multitude of other dishes. Above the large table hung several different banners:  the colours of House Kovachev, The Decterum, House Varodyr, House Vilcan, the Knights Lorraine  as well as several other Carrion allies. Important figures such as Signus, Tuvya, and Roy Carrion sat around the table, as well as the House lords, Varon Kovachev and Malric Varodyr, across from Abner Rahl, Marshal of The Decterum, and his son Alrik. The discussions settled down as Richard de Bar, Grand Master of the Order of Saint Amyas took his seat at the table, followed suit by his most trusted officer, Sascha de Saltpans. The meeting was ready to take place.

 

 

“Ah, good. Let us make talk, then.” Said a young, steely-faced man, seated at the head of the table. The various lords and commanders of Raev turned to face Roy Carrion, their newly returned standing leader.

“Let us start ...” Tuvya Rosebud, son of Siegmund, spoke, rising from his chair and stroking his greying beard, “by making inform of all that young man Roy, here, is now acting regent, in place of great Grand Prince, Boris.” A soft wave of unsettled murmuring made it’s way throughout the crowd, some quietly voicing their concerns, others simply accepting it. The stoic young nobleman at the head of the table sat unblinking to their doubts, and spoke. “It has been long time since I am make stand here, surrounded by you, brothers.” He began, motioning to the crowd before him with a reassuring nod. A small frown formed upon his lips. “Many things have made change - not for the better-  since we have lived in Vekaro, always looking over our shoulders for fear of a Zionist pig-dog strike. The fertile land we desired, and made hope  to settle and regrow on, has been taken from us, stolen from very hands.” The gathered nobles grumbled and cursed at the mention of this, some bowing their heads in sadness. “But we made do. The land that we have now is home to many, but it is niet truly a place to call home.”

 

“The Alrasian dogs, after stealing rightful motherland, have erected walls and barriers, effectively cutting us off from the rest of Oren!” Lord Kovachev interjected boisterously, slamming his fork down onto the table.

“Aye, this band of darkies, stouts and heretics’ve decided t’ press this ‘advantage’ o’ theirs, an’ steal those who would join us, corruptin’ em with their dark magics an’ foul words.” Marshal Rahl growled impatiently, drumming his fingers on the table.

 

“This pitiful land that we have now is no true home.” Said Lord Varodyr , his voice calm and even.

 

“Da, friends. All this I have seen, as well.” Royim continued, standing from his chair and raising a hand to silence the bold objections, his face dark. “But they have done more than this. I have received word that our own men, our brothers, and sisters, have been attacked by foul sinners of Alras. Raevir blood has been made spilled.” The room was suddenly up in arms, men cursing aloud and viciously pushing away their meals, too disgusted to eat anything else. “It is clear to me!” Roy continued, shouting to be heard above the mob that was forming. “It is clear that immediate action must occur!” A roar of approval filled the room and made it’s way out the windows, echoing throughout the streets of Siegrad. “It is time  we were united once more, comrades of Raev. It is time that we are made strong again, as we were when glorious Red Army of Flotsam had been raised to combat treacherous Lucienist pig-dogs.”

“You will have the blades of the Knights Lorraine, in the coming conflict,” interjected Lord de Bar passionately as he raised a hand to deny a mug of ale from a passing servant, his stalwart Master Cross nodding in fervent agreement at his flank. “The Order would be honored to fight alongside such comrades. With God’s favor!” The two Amyasians rose, placing their hands over their hearts in solemn association.

 

“Th’ soldiers of Th’ Decterectum stand ready to serve, as alway! Let’s take th’ fight to ‘em!” Shouted Marshal Abner Rahl, as he clapped his fist to his heart in salute, his son following suit. “No mercy will be shown towards these heathens! By Faith an’ Conquest!” The Marshal nodded to the Lords around the table. Lord Varon and his fierce levymen bellowed out their guttural warcry as they slammed their fists on the table rhythmically.

 

“Lord Varodyr! Send ravens out to our allies! Now is the time to march forth! Rally the levies! Raise the banners! We march!”

 

 

Within hours of the conclusion of the meeting, the town of Siegrad was bustling with activity. Soldiers wearing the tabards, crosses, and sigils of their respective groups lined up in drill formations, sergeants barking orders. Citizens began to scrounge forth their meagre belongings and load them onto carts, in preparation of the journey forthcoming.

 

“Marshal Rahl, Grand Master de Bar.” Lord Roy called out, summoning the two leaders. The each wove their way through the ranks of soldiers, stopping before the young noble. “I want word sent to Alras. Send a messenger and a few of your men.” The two leaders nodded their heads, one of them speaking up.

“What does the letter entail, m’lord? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“It’s more of a demand, then a letter.”

“What are your demands, then, Sire?”

“I’m demanding their immediate and unconditional surrender. If the refuse, then their City of heresy and heathens shall be put to the torch of the Crow.”

“It will be done, m’lord sire.” The two men said in unison, clapping their fists to their hearts in salute, not bothering to try and hide their looks of unbridled satisfaction.

 

Days later, the town of Siegrad was barren. The tavern empty of any Carrion Black, and the houses empty of any Carrion followers. Miles and miles away, the forces of Raev toiled in the thick and relentless mud of the south-eastern swamps, tirelessly lugging carts of supplies and weapons to their new home, to prepare for the upcoming war. At the head of this procession, sat the Lord Roy Carrion, upon a black mare. Tugging at the reins, he turned, looking to his countrymen and allies before him. His voice booming, he raises a fist in the air, giving a rallying cry: “Carry on, Carrion! To Victory!

 

 

-Written by TaylorStriffe and NiceGuyNorman

[Guest]

Krastan Kolavichczykskiwitzislavich supports Carrion Black.

[Haribo 385]

"Creator bless these brave raevir that seek to destroy the tolerant alrasians."

 

The Abbot nods to himself as he hears the news.

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

"Speak regular common you uneducated pricks... Oh also, death to Alras" mutters Konrad, who helps the brave and crippled lad Corbett van Cleef

[Cat Evocation 3728]

Somewhere in Oren sits Merit along with a few of his own men and Stafyr men. All of a sudden he raises both of his hands and shouts "IT'S HAPPENING!". His men and a few others look at him with question. "Whats happening?".... "I don't know but I felt like saying that.".. The rest of the day goes on with ease.

 

 

 

((I loved the post))

[Jachnun 566]

Branaford returning from his dangerous trip in middle east sharpens his broad sword!

[Pureimp10 5691]

Ronald Cassius calls his Ensigns and Converts of the Decterum into marching formation, and they trudge through the swamp to their new home.

[dank 413]

"Godani jiest wielk, god wills it. I've been wondering when we'd kill those alrasian dogs." Corbett mumbles to Konrad as the two prepare to go out to war.

[Samson Option 9652]

 

Yet another sword drawn and forked upside down, head upon hilt in swearing to keep allegiance can be seen.

[dude 230]

Kazimir Tibor smiles as he grows out his beard.

[Kanrath 190]

*Tenshar laughs as he hears news that the fools from the city have thought to wage war on Alras, again*

 

"They do love to stretch the truth...they forgot to mention those that died were raiders and thugs slaughtering unarmed civilians. As if that was any decent reason to go to war."

[Norman 492]

*Tenshar laughs as he hears news that the fools from the city have thought to wage war on Alras, again*

 

 

"Ohohoh .... ohohohohohohohohohohoh ... ohohohoh ... oh." chuckles Ser Sascha as he polishes his pauldron, in callous realization that the skygods will nae save the Alrasians the second time around.

[Glyc 234]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.