The March South

[Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska 3491]

 

 

 

From the foothills of St. Karlsburg to the mighty pass of Metterden the valiant men of Haense ready for war. From every forge north of the Spine black smoke billows high into the air. The chatter heard in the streets of St. Karlsburg is not one of commerce and small talk, but that of officers shouts and marching men.

 

A wide variety of colors would be seen in the square, quite the contrast from the dull gray north. The men proudly displaying the banner of their liege lords, the cold nip in the air is ignored by all. The North would now begin to march south.



[[Everyone who would be in the Duchy of Haense are encouraged to join in a little FRP before the warclaim on saturday]]

[Shalashask 1112]

Elrach watches on as Orenian troops march to claim an abandoned fort.

[AGP 3169]

Richard engages in telepathic communication with soldiers on both sides of the conflict.

[HeroOfDuLoc 1935]

Ivan marches in place.

[Birdnerdy 1539]

"Bandit the roads and the cities too we heard them say

 

They poked the bear and now they'll pay.

 

So hop in the saddle and step on the gas

 

Move over rebel let the Golden Crow pass"

 

 

The marching cadence heralds the arrival of the Brotherhood, the golden legion marching south towards Vasiland in neat, orderly rows. At the helm of the army is Osgod Colborn, a seasoned Orenian veteran of 60 years, flanked by his officers, Tuvya Berhal and and Nickolai Worix. Above them fly banners of black and gold and the heraldry of House Barbanov. 

 

As the Brotherhood make camp on the shores of Storm Sea, Osgod reminisces on the many battles he fought in over his long life alongside his companions Jan Kovachev and Lerald Vyronov. He crosses the lorraine in their memory, closing his eyes as he honors them with a moment of silence before the coming storm. 

[Mj. 697]

7 minutes ago, Birdnerdy said:

"Bandit the roads and the cities too we heard them say

 

They poked the bear and now they'll pay.

 

So hop in the saddle and step on the gas

 

Move over rebel let the Golden Crow pass"

 

 

The marching cadence heralds the arrival of the Brotherhood, the golden legion marching south towards Vasiland in neat, orderly rows. At the helm of the army is Osgod Colborn, a seasoned Orenian veteran of 60 years, flanked by his officers, Tuvya Berhal and and Nickolai Worix. Above them fly banners of black and gold and the heraldry of House Barbanov. 

 

As the Brotherhood make camp on the shores of Storm Sea, Osgod reminisces on the many battles he fought in over his long life alongside his companions Jan Kovachev and Lerald Vyronov. He crosses the lorraine in their memory, closing his eyes as he honors them with a moment of silence before the coming storm. 

Wem gets a pal to pen a letter to his good friend Osgod

 

"Hello Osgod it's Wem. Perhaps we should fight with equal number some time eh? For fun? 

        Your mate, Wem"

[Birdnerdy 1539]

Just now, Mj. said:

Wem gets a pal to pen a letter to his good friend Osgod

 

"Hello Osgod it's Wem. Perhaps we should fight with equal number some time eh? For fun? 

        Your mate, Wem"

Osgod pens a reply.

 

"Perhaps in this 'Badlion' arena I've heard you reference. After we burn your fields and salt the earth of course.

 

               -Cordially,

                              Osgod Colborn "

 

 

[Flapman 625]

Lerald smiles from the Seven Skies as he watches his sons and old companions march to war.

 

[Pureimp10 5691]

"Vasiland is in the North, what's going on." asks Lukas

[Andustar 4143]

Nicholas would stand in formation before chanting out amongst his brothers "Who owns the north?!" 

He would be met with an uproar from his fellow Crows "We do!" 

[big narstie 1701]

rocco heavy cringes!

[Gridlock 1033]

"This'll be the war to end all wars.. After this t'ere won' ever be anyone tryna challenge Oren in th'field.." 

Says a Northern footsoldier, marching in a long line headed south.

"Oi just hope I don' return all pale 'n cold..." 

 

The Brothers of the crow would likely be marching in the front, by the duke and the lords. Banners waving proudly in the wind, confident men, the time they have trained for has come. Behind them however, follow the levy soldiers from all through the north, footsoldiers mostly. Many a man would say they reek of fear, homesickness and ale. They were pulled away from their families, a spear shoved in their hands, what else could they smell of?

 

"You ever seen these Dreadlan'ers foight?" Asks a young lad, barely sixteen, probably hasn't seen a bloodied sword yet.

 

"Aye.. It's said their skin falls off their bones when you hit 'em, but their skinned bodies keep runnin', keep choppin', keep killin'.. Monsters of Iblees they are, we're fucked if we face off with one of 'em.. I'd jus' stay back.. Those runnin' corpses are too good for us lot. Let the crows foight 'em.. Crows eat corpses."

 

 would be the first reply, a middle aged man, farmer from the looks of it, Hoping to stay behind in the battle to avoid being killed.. Unknowing of his true purpose.. The northern meatshield, a tougher variant of the southern meatshield, but a meatshield nonless.

[HeroOfDuLoc 1935]

Ivan marches in place.

[Cracker 4570]

Ivan marches in place.

[Wendigo 786]

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