Esterlen 4499 Share Posted January 10, 2016 "God instituted various establishments to further guide His creation. Our God is a just God, Our God is an awesome God, He reigns, in Heaven and on the Earth, and under the Earth. Allows for us safe passage throughout the day, and has allowed us the minds capable of crafting tools to defend against creatures of the night. He has created all things and that He so loved the world that He had made, that He was compelled to create again, but this time, a steward for His creation. This steward was man.It is the man that we return to as a man new and created in love and for the purpose of love. Not to maim and kill his brother, but to defend and guard the truth. It is this truth and this reason that leads one to tremble, for he has been awakened to the notion that this reason stems from the inherent reason present in God, God who loves us has instilled in us the reason that HE Himself has. We were not only made with His reason, we can then infer that we were made in his likeness as Man. Superior to those who only look like deviants, the lesser races.Man has an inherent vocation, a universal call to sainthood after death, but a call to holiness in life. In regards to creation, man must marry himself to creation, take on creation as his bride to have and defend. This creation includes that creation lesser than him. Trees, grass and dwarves. Man is called to guide them, and to protect all of God’s creation, but this does not mean that man is indentured to these deviants, but instead are called to guide them, like a dog with a leash." -High Pontiff Pius II 12th of the Grand Harvest, 1541 The summer sun of the Grand Harvest bore down upon the plains and frost-fields of western Avar, melting snow and ice alike into dirty water as the Imperial Army crushed it underfoot, their siege engines in tow after their landing at Cape Bronson. At the Emperor’s command, they marched to the eponymous Hoar Hill, from where the assault was to be embarked upon. Crows circled over the castle of Jarnstrand, their caws breaking the ominous silence that always preluded a battle, they knew there would be plenty of carrion to feast on tonight. Down below, wood-elven bowmen counted their quivers and the sons of Horen assumed their positions about the siege engines in their entrenched battle camp. A Kaedreni engineer raised his sword, and with a downward slash cut the rope holding a taut, loaded trebuchet in place. The stone soared through the air. A moment of silence pervaded. Then a distant crack was heard, and the crumbling of stone was seen. An eruption of cheers resounded through the Imperial siege camp, for the battle had begun. The Empire’s assault of siege engines was yet short-lived, however, as the Urguanite artillery brought down the colossal siege tower looming over the invading forces. Men scattered away from the impact zone as volleys of boulders hurled across the field, back and forth. Imperial shots struck true into the stone walls of Jarnstrand until the dwarven retaliation smashed into the Empire’s own trebuchets, rendering them useless hulks. Jan Kovacs, the Count of Kvaz and High Admiral, who had deftly constructed the majority of the Empire’s ordnance, released an audible sigh as his hard work came undone at once. The Emperor placed a conciliatory hand on his shoulder. “Dismay not over mere wooden constructs, Kovacs. Look over yonder, and you will see that we have naught to fear.” The siege camp was abandoned thereafter and the army, various nonhuman guerillas and partisans in tow, advanced forward into a more prime position from which to launch an assault. High elven halberdiers in their runic and enchanted armor, painted woodland-elf warriors picking off any dwarven head peeking out of the battlements with their longbows, and Vandorian condottieri under Decimus ‘Collins’ Rovin all followed the lead of the Imperial soldiery, adeptly avoiding traps pointed out by the keen eyes of Tresery of Laurelin. Under Henry of Rothesay’s command, the Luciensporter knight Miguel Cortes led a combined assault of Vladovic and Sepulchrist men upon the breached rear of the fortress, Jan Kovacs mounting mechanical ladders from all angles - all the while Baron Oscar Lancefeld, the son of the late Ser Drake of Nordwen, charged into the gaping hole that marred the castle’s front, accompanied by the Lorrainers under the command their recently returned duke, Augustus, son of Titus, son of Vibius, called 'the Hammer'. Dwarven defenders atop the wall scrambled to meet their new assailants. Urguanites hurled shimmering green vials towards the charging Imperials. Humans and elves alike braced for the burning fire, wondering who it would take and who it would spare, but instead heard screams from the other side. The vials had exploded in their enemy's hand and were burning through dwarven lines, as if a sign of God’s vengeance. Emboldened, the united front did not hold back, charging into the great hall of the Castle Jarnstrand. With his flanged mace and at the helm of his men, Rothesay disabled the Urguanite control room, annihilating their devious, cruel contraptions and rendering them useless. In the chaos, the Urguanite constable, Belegar of Ireheart, was stabbed half-a-hundred times by Augustus of Lorraine's arming sword. Lancefeld cut down the High Prophet with a single fell stroke, the depraved dwarven witch releasing a porcine squeal as his entrails spilled onto the grey bricks. A single panicked defender managed to lock himself in a tiny chamber used for storing grain. In the midst of battle, the Imperials paid no regard to him. This nameless dwarf would be the sole Urguanite survivor of the massacre of Jarnstrand - all others would be cut down, without any quarter, as the Holy Orenian Empire achieved victory at the Battle of Hoar Hill. 21 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Man of Respect 5471 Share Posted January 10, 2016 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mmat 7460 Share Posted January 10, 2016 "Ave." The young Lancefeld states, standing on the summit of a destroyed trebuchet at the very peak of the fortress. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
LPT 771 Share Posted January 10, 2016 Oliver of Brelus stands among the bloody battle field, he wears not armour, and carries only a staff as he begins to pray "Luceat Eis Lux Invicta, Luceat Eis, Cum tui gratia, Sancte Domine Lux vestra. ac ostende eis via tua. Sanctum sanctorum viam. Amen" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Birdnerdy 1539 Share Posted January 10, 2016 "We shall not falter!" shouts a triumphant Osgod. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Salvo 1852 Share Posted January 10, 2016 8 minutes ago, Radovid... said: "Ave." The young Lancefeld states, standing on the summit of a destroyed trebuchet at the very peak of the fortress. 'Grim' pushes Oscar down. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mmat 7460 Share Posted January 10, 2016 1 minute ago, Salvo said: 'Grim' pushes Oscar down. "Clearly drunk himself into stupor in the celebrations. I can admire that.." Oscar says with a vehement, poignant smile. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
lawnmowerman 3040 Share Posted January 10, 2016 Ser Rhys Roke charged forwards with Oscar, cleaving through lines of craven dwed. He'd then join him atop of the fortress, exclaiming with a wry sun's smile. "They don't want you to exercise." 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
GloriaPreussens 798 Share Posted January 10, 2016 John the Lesser stands by his father's side, carefully watching for assassins or enemies Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thatpyrodude 2008 Share Posted January 10, 2016 Bradshaw cheers as he drinks "Today was a good day!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ACU20 567 Share Posted January 10, 2016 "Goddamn dwarves got what they deserved!" *Josiah chuckles, toasting with his friends and family* Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
KUSHerZombie 222 Share Posted January 10, 2016 Caspar marches home once more with his brothers. He arrives in Courland with a large smile, the excitement of war pulsating through his body. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
perses 158 Share Posted January 10, 2016 Thorburn stands on top of a pile of Dwarven corpses. He cleans his bastard sword of the blood it is filled with murmuring tonelessly a war tune. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tilly 5115 Share Posted April 11, 2016 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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