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The Bear wakes - Warclaim

 

The roar of three young bears could be heard by the people who live in the Northern Mountains, the warriors and berserkers that reside among the mountains sharpen their axes and swords, preparing their armour for a coming battle. They gather in their hall for a meeting called by their Chieftain, a man so called the Mercenary Lord, for his fury in battle and lust for profit in war. Next to their Chieftain stands his brother. A large man, even taller and bigger than their Chieftain, the warrior’s lord and Count, Lord Bonehill of Nerezza.

 

“A couple elven weeks ago some people stole a part of our territory, the North-East part of Nerezza.” The Chieftain begins. He talks with anger and a voice almost like a growl. “Letting them have it, and think they can invade our turf without trouble would look weak, and we’re the opposite of weak. They tore our buildings and stole our resources stored on the hill top. But we will get it back. We will take it from them like we will take their lives until they either surrender themselves or they all die, and their blood running down the hill to the old graveyard beneath.”

 

We have given them enough time to remove themselves, or even think about it, but they’re still sitting there. It’s time for the bear to wake up.” Daren speaks up and pauses with a nod “Let’s just kill ‘em all.”

 


OOC:


WARCLAIM

 

Type of Battle:

Conquest/Siege

 

Time & Date:

Friday 5th December

or

Saturday 6th December

 

at 9pm GMT/ 4pm EST

 

Manpower:

 

Attacking Team:

The County of Nerezza

Clan Faolain

+Allies

 

Defending Team:

Doves Hill

+Allies


 

Location and Boundaries:

 

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Terms:

 

Victory for attacking team:

If all the defenders are killed or left the battle area or hide and are not able to defend their land.

 

Victory for the defending team:

If all the attackers are killed or have fled back to Nerezza or left the battle area.

 

Rewards:

 

If attackers win the battle they may claim the plot on the hill.

 

If defenders win they can not by war claimed by the attackers for one month.

 

Rules:

 

No hacking

No team killing

No fake statuses

No returning to battle

No metagaming

Try to have fun
 

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Forgot whether warclaims are IC or OOC, so here's both:

 

Caroline Hightower sits in the corner, listening to the meeting. She nods with agreement at Daren's final statement then looks down to the cast on her leg, a frown appearing on her face. She sighs and limps upstairs, disappointed.

 

((Good luck everyone, 10KB/s internet is not good for PvP.))

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Kardel is glad. A ruined castle, essential to the cultural aspects of the descendants was torn down to be replaced by peasantly hovels. It seems that Kardel himself will be donning a sword in this battle against this Dove's Watch. 

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Eisá Fáoláin begins to sharpen her weapon. "This could be fun." 

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"At least I was cordial enough to ask if they wanted it back." 

Marvin shakes his head, raising weapons!

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As the controller of the region, I speak for the group when I say that we will not accept the land-conquest aspect of this warclaim. As per rules, the simple pillage is welcome, but we do not consent to conquest.

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The lad in northern style mail and llamalar would strike a grin on his stone cold features; creasing to touch the scar which ran down from his slate-gray hues. His fingers running along the northern blade's edges and point. A wild look fell over the fellow as he finishes. "Til Faolains!" Was his shout, sliding on his conical visored helm whilst he prepares for the battle.

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Kom Austre
Kom gryande dag
kom fedre og mødre av
Høgtimbra ætter
Kom hanar i heimar tri

Kom allfader Odin
Kom moder min Frigg
Kom vise vanar
Kom utgamle thursar
Om frøa er ber
syng den song
som i fordums liv avla

Ask standande
heitir Yggdrasil
Tronar eviggrøn
yvir Urdarbrønn

Høyr meg alle
Søner åt Heimdall

Statt upp or svevna
Gjev kraft til rota
kvasst den eldest
av ormar som
gneg i grunna

Tri nornar eg ber
at liv skal du spinne
Tri nornar eg ber
at liv skal du tvinne
Tri norner eg ber
at liv skal du binde
...binde til rota...

Æsir nornir
visa vanir
thursamøyir
thrá valkyrjur
alvar dvergar
disir völvur
vordar vergar
Yggdrasil

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The Wild Wolf rests in the corner of his room, his Ocean blue eyes wide, Wild and filled with Bloodlust, his Mahogany hair untamed, the locks draping over his face, resting his left forearm on the Steel rim of his round shield, throwing his one handed Bearded axe in the air, and catching it by the handle "Et es tiome.." He would Grin wolfishly, before moving up, sliding his Round-Shield into his hand, resting his Axe into his right hand as he makes his way out of the room.. 

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Scouts enter Doven Hill to survey its defenses before Adoros Steel arrives. After talking with the locals the Invictus leaves the town with Adoros commenting to his Dux, "Tis settlement will probably fall to these mercenaries easily. 'Mercenary lord'. Hah! Just the name is tempting ah fight."

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Thórvárdr the Mercenary Lord would laugh lightly at the Invictus. "Trust meh lad. Ah made top notch moneh from the Oren war. More than ye'll see in ye loife." 

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Aesterwald-nationalist Martin Winter does his duty as a true Waldenian and marches onward to aid his Northern allies, despite their religious beliefs.

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