A Clashing of Swords

[Vege 4804]

 

 

 

 

 

A Clashing of Swords : The Battle of Elba - Day 1

 

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“Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori.”

Ushered by His Majesty, King Tobias Staunton, amongst his men upon the field of war.

 

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The clashing between Haensetic horde and Courlandic infantry.

 

A cool breeze traced itself across the fields and through the trees of Tahn, rushing past the tents, banners, and men of the Courlandic army as it went. Banners of green and black, red and yellow, black and white, yellow and black, carelessly drifted above at the end of their poles, the dyed tabards of green and black almost glistening as the dew on the grass.

 

An idyllic silence enveloped the company as they marched to meet the Haensetic forces, the Stauntonite retinue led by Commander Edmund Torrent. They passed the farmland surrounding Aleksandria, now filled with hopeful faces and cheers of ‘Ave Courland’.

 

Weaving their way to the boats lining the shore, the men began to embark. Their faces marked by the unknown outcome of their journey as they loaded the weapons, armour, and food they would need to put the sword to their enemies.

 

As the boats lifted their moorings, and began to take to the sea, hundreds of men, women, and children watched the brilliant green of their sails pass from eyeshot. Some still cheering, others waving until their arms grew sore.

 

Upon spying the shore of Tahn, did Commander Edmund Torrent send out word to make themselves ready, and with it came a sudden bustle of movement across the fleet. Men grabbing their weapons, donning their armour, praying, and nervously laughing spread like a wildfire from the Command ship. By the time the ships sank anchor near the shore, the boats that would ferry the men to the land were filled with the gleam of metal.

 

From their landing point, the army quickly formed itself and began moving inland. Through the overgrown fields of the crater once known as Johannesburg. The men glancing to the direction of the pit with worry for the blue death that resided there, but also pride, as they knew their might had proven greater than a supposedly mighty Empire now crushed beneath their very boots.

 

Upon coming to the battlefield, Commander Torrent had the men form their lines. The men fanning out across the plains, nearly lost themselves in it against their tabards and banners. With their full force positioned and anxiously awaiting the order to advance, the men of Courland were ready.

 

Across the field, they could see the Yellow banners of the Haensetic forces billowing from their poles, marking their position. And so the call to advance went out on both ends of the battlefield, the armies coming together for a bloody meeting.

 

Pikes, spears, swords, and arrows met their targets, as men screamed in pain and rage as the forces clashed. The dead had barely enough room to fall as the press pushed against itself, the living became a mass of flesh and metal.

 

The first moments of battle had little gain on either end, the men of both armies well experienced in warfare and unrelenting to their enemy. But as the battle drew on, the green of Courland soon began to grow within the yellow ranks, pushing the men of Haense further from the center. By midday the Haensetic forces were upon their own encampment, pressed on by the Courlandic soldiers as the blood ran deep about their feet.

 

With determination the Haensetic forces tried to hold onto every inch of dirt they could, and with martial ability did the Courlandic forces take it. As pockets of Haense men were found, they were exterminated, by sword or fire they were engulfed by the green tide as it swept the field.

 

By the end of the day, the Haensetic forces were struggling to maintain the security of their camp, while the Courlandic forces held the entirety of the field beyond it. With cheers did the men meet the night, shouts of ‘Victory’ could be heard for miles about as the Courlandic forces celebrated, their Commander pleasantly smiling at his accomplishment.

As the men of Courland returned to their camp to wait out the night, many dragged great bundles of Haensetic armours and weapons. The treasures of a hard won battle were all about the men as they settled inside their tents.

 

As the sun set, the field fell quiet once more. The men on both sides of the war knew that it was far from over, but it was the Courlanders who had this first day.

[Glocky18 545]

"It was GOD's will!" The Grandmaster would state after he cleaned his sword, a few moments later he begins to pray for his very few, but brave fallen Brothers.

[WoodenApples 382]

((gf

[Deminisher 278]

Daedalus would wince as he is reminded of the fires that burned Haensetic men alive, their blood curdling screams as they slowly disintegrated into ash. Yet that itself was not enough to satisfy the voracious appetite for retribution, "Ave Courland." He'd mutter as he continued to tend to his own gushing wounds.

[LoLzboi 661]

An Old Believer would smile, knowing God smiled on the men of the True Faith.

[mirofel9 84]

Captain Bruce would bind up a deep cut on his arm.  When he hears the news, he cries, "Deus Vult!  God wills it!  I'll live to fight another day."  As if on second thought, he'd add, "Though truth be told, Dreadlanders never die."

[func_Soap 410]

Rotger inspects the shield depicting the Flayed man, followed by for some reason a dwed shield, taken after a quick prayer from the arms of some Haensetic soldiers. "Ave Courland." 

 

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[Nathan_Barnett36 1564]

Galahad grumbles "You forgot that you got pushed back at the start and that the westerlands came to help you. Without them you would've lost by a long shot. To be honest, you lost anyway but the gods think differently".

[Guest]

"I hope they burned the corpses," remarks Aodhan the Wayfarer. "Otherwise the cadavers can rise again as corpse-eaters and other forms of undead."

[HurferDurfer1 2979]

The muted flash and thumps of sorcery echo throughout the forests on the field of battle as Coltaine trails Prince Otto, slaying Courlanders in droves.

[Babadooks 566]

"knowledge is POWER" remarks paul.

[KeatonUnbeaten 1103]

26 minutes ago, Nathan_Barnett36 said:

that the westerlands came to help you.

"First, the Sky Gods are blamed; then the Westerlands?

Truly, Haense looks earnestly for a scapegoat."

[Reno 239]

1 hour ago, Nathan_Barnett36 said:

Galahad grumbles "You forgot that you got pushed back at the start and that the westerlands came to help you. Without them you would've lost by a long shot. To be honest, you lost anyway but the gods think differently".

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((Why do you even bother to comment in 'rp' everything you say is painfully toxic and out of character 

[Snoop 365]

9 minutes ago, sdm said:

((Why do you even bother to comment in 'rp' everything you say is painfully toxic and out of character 

(( Honestly,  anything anyone comments on the forums anymore is painfully toxic and in some way OOCly directed at the other side. ))

[Reno 239]

2 minutes ago, Snoop said:

Honestly,  anything anyone comments on the forums anymore is painfully toxic and in some way OOCly directed at the other side.

The point being, just say it