Defeat

[Coaster 2086]

In the Grand City of Petrus, capital and crown jewel of the Reformed Kingdom of Oren, reigned King Andrik Vydra.

 

From his battlements did he watch over his city, his people, deep in thought. His cold, emotionless gaze was locked - into the distance did he stare - unflinching and stalwart as a stone wall.

 

The sound of footsteps behind him alerted him to the presence of others, he made no move to turn and address them.

 

“Your Grace…” came a raspy voice.

 

Andrik rolled his shoulders, closing his eyes briefly. There was a fine, fresh scent about the air that day. He drummed his fingers against the ramparts, waiting.

 

“The Second and First Regiments were turned back at Hiebenhall. The walls could not be breached.”

 

Not the news he had wanted to hear.

 

He turned then, the King, and looked directly into the eyes of the man before him. By the looks a new ensign with the Akovian Regiment. His once proud tabard of gold and red was torn and dirty, a look of shame on his face.

 

“Casualties?”

 

“Eleven men lost, a few more then that wounded. We were able to retreat with most of our forc-”

 

A hand held up, demanding silence. The man fell quiet as Andrik lowered his hand.

 

“Send the rest.”

 

“Your Grace?” the man replied, seemingly confused.

 

Andrik sighed, turning his back to the man. He again began to admire the splendor of the city that he ruled.

 

“When next we meet the Dwarf kind on the field…”

 

The steady, methodical sound of fingers drumming against surface began again.

 

“Send everybody.”

 

Andrik allowed the smallest of smiles. It seemed that the war would be one worth his time after all.

 

[Rig 17580]

Rom Visconti grins malevolently, reaching a hand down to the pommel of his sword, he slowly slides on his helmet. "Time to kill some little stouts, oh how I've missed a good fight." 

[RyothGaming 14]

*Algarath looks at his fellow brothers in the 2nd regiement sighting as looks at the scar from the battle "This battle IS not over, We've lost 11 of are fellow men it's time we got revenge!"

[Imam Faiz Kharadeen 3167]

Faiz would strip the 8 soldiers that he killed bare of all its glorious loot, then looks over at the other many dwarves doing the same to the rest of them. "Wow.. Look at all these corpses.. How many did we kill?" he starts to do a count as he points towards each corpse he sees, disregarding those that sunk to the deepest depths of the ocean "At least 40 I would say. I wonder if the Humans are exaggerating their losses to prevent loss of morale?" Faiz shrugs and carries as much of the spoils of war as he could and huddles off. "Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'oon."

[James 425]

Faiz would strip the 8 soldiers that he killed bare of all its glorious loot, then looks over at the other many dwarves doing the same to the rest of them. "Wow.. Look at all these corpses.. How many did we kill?" he starts to do a count as he points towards each corpse he sees, disregarding those that sunk to the deepest depths of the ocean "At least 40 I would say. I wonder if the Humans are exaggerating their losses to prevent loss of morale?" Faiz shrugs and carries as much of the spoils of war as he could and huddles off.

 

Zuthmerak Irongut looks over and  gives a nod to faiz, ripping his embedded warhammer out of the skull of the human below him, looking down to the 4 humans next to the corpse before him  that he had slain. "Probableh, 'umans are weird loike dat eh?"

[Sneaky 189]

Lazare watches from a far, as the men of Oren charge through the field towards the wall, being stopped by the stone wall of the dwarves. "No siege equipment? My job is useless then." 

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[Booklight12 481]

((The OOC comments were removed let's stay civil folk))

 

Beranabus frowns faintly catching whim  of the fighting that had gone on this elven day the elf fidgets with the head of his cane as he learns of the unneccesary deaths.

"We are one, we are descendants.. Now why must we all commit suicide and kill one another.."

[Onslaughted 920]

Vorren would skin 11 corpses of Orener scums. "Wow? Only Eleven died? Bullshit.." He would shout.

[nordicg_d 1847]

*Deano and his fellow Barmy men carried the dead away from the battle, all expect 11.*

[FORƎST 1312]

 

Allister rests his weary bones against one of the mighty trees of Vvanderfell. He takes a firm and deliberate hold of the arrows protruding from his armor, snapping them off at the head. The horns of retreat sound throughout the woodland as his fellow Savoyards pile onto brigs, bound for home.

 

"Perhaps this is what it will take to unite humanity..."

[Onslaughted 920]

Vorren would think to himself. "Hmm, that may have been only a portion of the dead."

[Praetor 1550]

Praetor Helghastim taps his quill against his inkpot in his silver tower in Haelun'or and frowns. He would have to write an account of this battle, though admitting a dwarven victory did not make for good reading in these places.

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[Tirenas 677]

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