The Unstoppable Tide

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The Unstoppable Tide : The Battle of Curon - Day 1

 

 

 

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“I expected more of a fight.”

Ushered by His Majesty, King Tobias Staunton, addressing the Courlandic  forces after the third day of the Battle of Elba.

 

 

 

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The muddied pass at the Battle of Curon, littered with Haensetic corpses, 1604.

 

The wind swept through the crags, cliffs, and gulches of the mountain range, bringing with it the chill of the North as it came down the seaward face that held the winding road to the Kingdom of Haenseti-Ruska. The banners of green and black blowing out, towards the blue of the Krakens of Vanir, beneath the upward ascendance of rock towering above the fire, tents, and carts of the Courlandic army.

Beneath the peaks the men of Courland huddled about their fires, the smell of meat roasting wafted about the camp, as the men watched the morsels turn a golden brown with hungry eyes.

 

As the day brightened to its full splendor, framed by the majesty of the mountains, the order came through the ranks once more. Abruptly shouts, clangs, and laughter came across the waters as armour was strapped, swords were sharpened, and helmets dawned. As the men gathered behind their palisades and beneath the brilliant green of Courland so too did their commanders, choosing to position themselves in the front of their forces.

 

As King Tobias Staunton ordered the gates be opened, Edmund Torryn, Gwyntaran of Savoy, Ser Roman Paliaologos, and Sven Staunton came forth leading their men to the unknown road beyond the safety of their camp. Backed by the shining metal and skill of the Courlandic levies, they made their way down the road with swiftness.

As the yellow of the Haensetic forces came into view, shouts of ‘Ave Courland’, ‘Death to Haense’, and battle cries came forth as the vanguard to the bloodshed to follow.

 

With a thunderous clap, did the opposing forces meet. Hemmed lengthwise by the silent dominance of the mountain range on their left, and the deep blue of the sea on their right, the Courlandic and Haensetic forces were pressed into the smallest front seen thus far in the war. Men who had fought in the battle of Elba but a few months ago, now wished for that openness as ally and enemy were stuck so close swords could barely be used.

 

Through this limitation, the Courlandic forces did not stall. Instead, the mass of men behind brought with them enough force to push the Haensetics back through shear number. In their wake lay the dead and dying men, cloaked in tabards of yellow, and before them the back of their enemies as they turned to flee in terror of the chaotic surge of green.

 

Broken within moments of the first clash, the Haensetic forces were minced to pieces, some men barely making it back to their camp before being slaughtered as the men of Courland caught them there. Knowing the battle was lost, even as their men still stood, the General of the Haensetic forces, accompanied by one of his ranking officers, retreated to a secure bunker. Within they huddled in their cowardice, as the men who trusted their lives to them were put to the sword without mercy.

 

As shouts of ‘Victory’ and ‘Aruu’ came up from the Courlandic men, none of which had even a speck of their own blood upon their tabards, the General and his officer stayed within their dug out bunker, their trowsers stained brown and yellow as if to mimic the kingdom of which they came before they scampered down the tunnels they had made, as rats down the sewer pipes.

 

As the men began to sort out the loot, Clive the Jester began to do a little dance and a song, filling the air with his mirth and merriment. It was not until nightfall, when the men returned with their bags half filled with Haensetic loot, did Clive stop his song and his dance.

Mutterings of the poor equipment spread across the Courlandic forces as the soldiers wondered if the Great Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska had run out of its own stores and smiths due to the constant defeats, and had to rely on fishmongers to provide their men with armour. Jacque smirked.

 

 

[Guest Guest]

A moment of silence for the fallen warriors.

[shortchangehero 4217]

Just now, Aeldrin said:

Ser William Staunton smiles the sun's smile, wiping sticky Haensetic blood from his blade. "That was not even a battle - that was a massacre. I did not count a single Courlandic casualty," he says to comrade Jacque de Felsen.

 

"Agreed." Replies Jacque.

[TankM1A2 840]

Glendon plays "Going Home" on his bagpipes over Haense's tragic loss.

[Reno 239]

Joseph stops cutting down Heinz bodies as he hears an odd sounds coming from the mountains. What sounded like two men having a bit of a private time grew louder and louder as fallen Heinz bodies fall to the bloodied earth.

[LoLzboi 661]

An Old Believer would wipe the blood of the Haensetic men off his axe, looking up to the skies and giving a soft prayer.

[OzYmandi 647]

"The heretic scum will fall to their knees and pray for their false god to relieve them from the Courlandic Horde. None shall stop us. GOD wills it." a man who had partaken in that battle muttered to himself as he cleaned his sword and wiped his shield.

[Glocky18 545]

Holy Ser Romanos would be looking at the outcome of the battle, and shortly before the sermon held by Father Nikolas. He'd state. "GOD has granted us one more victory, us, the true Faithful. These fools thought they'd declare war on us and win, their army is running low on manpower and they have no morale and last but not least GOD has abandoned then. The Holy Crusade which was declared by Callixtus I is blessed by GOD. For Courland, for the Church of the True Faith and for our families!" Romanos would say to his Ordermen before the sermon starts.

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

40 minutes ago, Sovieeet~ said:

"The heretic scum will fall to their knees and pray for their false god to relieve them from the Courlandic Horde. None shall stop us. GOD wills it." a man who had partaken in that battle muttered to himself as he cleaned his sword and wiped his shield.

"You know its the same God right? The true Prophets must weap from the seven skies seeing human turn on human." says Maric

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

Coltaine struts on the walls of the Haensetian  fort, rousing the enemies into a foaming mass of anger as he flings up colored bursts of light into the air. Posing heriocally over the gate for the short man Jacque to see, before turning off into the Haensetian camp, prepareing more stone axes to us in taking the cowerlanders armor.

[func_Soap 410]

Rotger first wonders why the Courlander troops Coltaine has no control over are getting so enraged by some pretty colours, as if they're children or something, before peering off in the direction of the odd sound emanating from a cave lacking an entrance. "Odd, I thought we'd gott'n all of 'em, seems two're hiding in a cave together... Having an awful lot o' fun."

[Andustar 4143]

"A tide may roar into the shore, it may destroy everything in its path, but eventually every tide goes out and something that once was lost resurfaces from the waves. The war is not over." Viktor would remark

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Ser Markus sees the front gate close as he sends a cart full of Courlandic armor, and weapons to supply the men in Vasiland, and Saint Karlsburg as he then goes to help Coltaine make more axes.

 

[OzYmandi 647]

1 hour ago, Will (TauFirewarrior) said:

"You know its the same God right? The true Prophets must weap from the seven skies seeing human turn on human." says Maric

"Your 'god' has surely blessed you with your incapable brain. Your kind, that being, Haensetians, culture or nota, call GOD by a different name, by a tongue not spoken by all humans. Heresy shall receive no mercy. GOD drives my blade, and I cast his fire. GOD Wills It." the same warrior grumbles in response to Maric that is somewhere.

[FloralHedgehog 493]

Darron reclaims some of his arrows from Haensetic corpses "Expected more of a fight."