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The Rebels And Aesterwald Clash At North Bridge!

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The night grew dark as the Waldenian expedition force made their way towards Angren from the Northern flank, displeased with an insult given to the Leader of Aesterwald. They marched across the long and narrow Northern bridge. Voron alongside his two comrades Thoromir and Rosencrantz would have been seen trotting with their war steeds, preparing for the battle about to erupt. The average soldiers' belly was filled with butterflies, confused as to why they were placing down a secessionist movement when they had just done such less than an Saint’s month ago, yet they marched on to defend their leader's honour.

 

The torches illuminated the yellow garbed men whilst the Polaks and Eagles marched forth. The Polaks had become an independent army in their own sense, specializing in calvary whilst the The Black Eagles took center, trained from the past to deal with human armies from the days of Saint Lucien.

The clanking of their armor resonated throughout the bridge as they marched, most men silent as they prepared the oncoming primal apocalypse.

 

A light shined across the bridge, appearing to be the rival rebel army of the Storm King.

“HALTEN!” shouted Arn Rovin, the entire army coming to a complete stop. The Black Eagles advanced, preparing their war spears in front whilst a row of arbalest men took their rear, forming two rows.

“Herr Thoromir, hold!” commanded Voron to which they replied with a simple nod, raising their arms to stop the advance.

 

“Thoromir, prepare your cavalry. Ve are on a bridge und cannot afford zhem to assault just yet, should zhey pose a threat, Charge vith us.”

 

With a whistle the Army advanced, the Arbalest men now spreading out to both flanks. The Eagles marched forward straight, and too did the horsemen behind them. The night was dark and thus vision was limited, mist from the cool river below creating the fog of war upon the bridge.
 

The Rebels advanced with their own march, soon turning into a jog. To combat this Voron whistled his own men to begin their own, silhouettes facing each other on both ends of the bridge.

 

Amongst the ranks the only audible sound was the clanking of armor and deep breaths from the worried soldiers, preparing themselves for the oncoming onslaught as the two forces met.

 

The Rebels came into view- clearly that of the Red Dragon. The soldiers of Aesterwald sprung into action, preparing for what their training had taught them.
 

Both sides exploded with a roar as they met on the battlefield, weapons raised, both sides crashing into each other. Yet to the observers surprise there were no screams of pain or death; merely that of laughter and good faith. Both sides had dropped their weapons, chuckling loudly as they began to tell jokes.

 

Both forces moved south, for the only insult that the Storm King had given the Waldenian ruler was that of calling him "Konig" rather than "Voron".

 

Suddenly Thoromir shouted, "Hastag Feck Carrion!"



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