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Victory at Mount Gorgon


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Imperial levies make the march across Urguanite lands before the battle of Mount Gorgon, 1589

 

A golden-tailed eagle spread its wings to full glide and released a powerful screech, which pierced through the thick howling of the alpine winds on the mountains of Northern Tahn. From a bird’s eye view, one wouldn’t be blamed for thinking all was peaceful in the jagged, snowy peaks. Yet, nestled into the crags was a stone fortress built into the mountainside, the bustle of men and the roaring industrious flames emanating from within.

 

The Imperial Army had been garrisoned in the mountains for days, mustering, preparing and consolidating their forces. It had been a hard march from St. Karlsburg, but the commanders of the northmen- Karl Barbanov and Andrei Kovachev, were confident that this is where the Dwarven host would meet them on the battlefield.

 

As it turned out, their suspicions were validated when scouts poured into the encampment, exuberantly proclaiming that the Urganite levies had been seen marching across the peaks. The Orenian war machine bustled, the soldiers donned their helms and got into formation, marching out onto the frigid mountains to meet their foe. Soon, they saw the enemy rise over the hill.

 

A deep warhorn blew. The battle had commended.

 

The fighting began with a roar. A narrow wooden bridge connecting two mountainous peaks was all that separated the armies of Orenia and the hordes of Orcs and Dwedmar. The Imperials linked their shields in front of the bridge, while the Elves of the Dominion, High Prince Tresery at the head- stood atop high ground, raining death upon the enemy with explosive arrows fired from ironwood bows. The Orcish and Dwarven host made the fateful decision to charge the bridge, and the Imperials followed suit.

 

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Artist’s rendition of the battle of Mount Gorgon, 1590

 

The fighting became a bloody slog, with masses of bodies pushing hard against one another at the center of the bridge. One gaining some ground at one moment, then being pushed back the next. All the while, foes were struck down, and the corpses of orc and dwarf-kin fell from the bridge like dead flesh from a toe.

 

With overwhelming numbers, The Imperials, Northmen and Elves pushed through the Urguanite horde with a ferocious, collective roar. The Dwarves and Orcs scattered as they lost the bridge, fleeing into the mountains. Yet, they were cut down by spectral warriors, an arcane imbued infantry regiment led by Ser Avenel and Count Glewyas of Mireton.

 

And so what had once been a mighty struggle between two great armies became a game of cat and mouse, with the Imperials hunting down pockets of surviving dwedmar and uruk who had taken to hiding within alcoves in the mountain.

 

The battle came to no romantic, ceremonious end, but simply finished as the last dying cry of the last surviving dwarf was drowned out in the mountain howl.

 

A flag of imperial purple flew over the battlefield, undisturbed. This battle had been an imperial victory.





 

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"Ave Oren. For the Emperor."

 

Philip Louis remarked, returning to the Emperor's side after the battle's conclusion.

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Viktor would know it was northerners who lead the Empire to victory this day.

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Floris buttered a slice of toast and drew a picture of an apple.

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"Ave Lorraine! Ave Oren!" John of Lorraine shouts in victory.

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"Is it called that though?"

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Anna Sophia Amador would cuddle her husband within their manor as their family shared stories from the battle.

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Constantine abandons the field to go home for a year in preparation to go back to Gorgon to siege the place.

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A dark haired stewardess hums softly to herself on the march back from the battlefield, a modest amount of spoils in her arms.

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33 minutes ago, lev said:

"Is it called that though?"

 

"It is now."

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