Shattered upon the Shattered Sea

[osumanduas 1442]

 

The Battle of Dogger Bay

10th Of The Grand Harvest, 1557

 

Thomas Wellock stood with vigilance, the salt addled breeze cutting cold across his face. His hands shook, a black Ferrum blade by his side as he waited in anticipation for the rest of the army to finish it’s gathering. He’d been in combat before, simply not on this scale. All around him the banners of the Empire were called to arms, a vast ocean of Courlanders filled out the the Imperial Navy, along with the rest of the defense blockade. Tom himself however was beside his Nauzican comrades, dressed in their typical uniform. Massive planks were cast toward the hulking whale carcass and were plain to any standing aboard the flagship. They’d be charging across them soon. Down into the bowels of the ship and across the cold waters to battle.

 

“AVE ORENIA,’PRAISE THE ASPECTS,’ CANONIST AND PROUD.” Chants of glory echoed through the spruce innards of the ship. Out they charged across the deathtrap, the shifty bridge swaying and buckling as our hordes crossed. Tom took solace in the steel-clad comrades at his side as they moved across into a no man’s land of an alchemist's hell-fire, explosions and screaming rebels. With his former charges, Henry Joseph and Charles Philip at his side they rushed across the stinking carcass, carving a bloody path through the opposing army.

 

The whistle of Elven longbows sounded off behind him, rapid in its nature, the Dominion rained the flanks with cover fire. Slow was their advance however, as their patriotic forces gruelingly climbed their own dead; for the Dreadlanders were no milk-drinkers themselves. The blood of those unknown covered Tom, adrenaline pumping through him regardless.

 

After the slow process the Imperials had made progress. Cleared were the corpses; Norlander dead slipping into the sea. Sunfield, Ser Drevin and the rest of his brothers beating back the remnants of the opposing army with little difficulty. The force that had opposed them had broken for the most part; the remaining Dreadlanders now retreating back to their ships. Thomas took heart, his first real battle was over, he wasn’t dead, all good things GOD be willing. The Rebels had earned their first defeat, the Empire had stood fast, united in newly achieved victory.

Tom stood agape upon the dead whale, he was alive. By Prophet Owyn’s cock! HE WAS ALIVE!

 

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[Harri 4815]

Roland cheers!

[Jonificus 2753]

Ser Caspar smiles as he watches the imperial victory take place, himself having been dragged back on board after taking a vicious blow to the back.

 

((GG lads, was fun when it wasn't lagging))

[ErikAzog 3575]

Michael Sunfield smirks as he lays exhausted from battle. "I swear Drevin wasn't here and the Grand Knight fell." 

[HeroOfDuLoc 1935]

Nakk'Azog swings his warhammer wildly, his skin covered by a thick layer of stone. "Fur dah blud ub Azog, fur dah blud ub duh blak zkin!" He screeches! He is then suddenly knocked into the ocean, sinking to the bottom.

[Vege 4804]

Aleks smiles as he enjoys the ball.

[Nathan_Barnett36 1564]

"In deh name of Azog. Am win and good loot" says ivan

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

’PRAISE THE ASPECTS,’

 

Artimec is just glad that he wasn't forgotten.

[Mj. 697]

Wem smirks proudly as he and his comrades turn the tide decisively for Oren.

[Reno 239]

Wykem stands tall remembering the cheers he have off atop the whale as the filthy rebel scum routed to their stupidly large ship.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

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Vitallius of Dyffra ruffles his damp hair after the battle, the gut-wrenching stench of a rotten whale stuck to his armor.

[Elad™ 560]

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