HIC FINIS EST

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HIC FINIS EST : The Battle of Curon

 

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“Hic Finis Est.”

Ushered by His Highness, Prince Svenald Staunton, to the invigorated Courlandic forces after the siege of Vasililand.

 

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Courlanidc Longbow men at the Battle of Curon, 1604.

 

The days turned to weeks, forests plundered and quarries dug as great siege engines mounted with the green and black of the men constructing them rose about the Courlandic camp. Their silhouettes outmatched by the grand magnificence of the mountains they were placed upon. Surrounded by a strong palisade, and flanked by the sharpness of the landscapes features, they stood atop their hill as if to beckon to the enemy of their own defeat.

 

Spaced not but a few hundred meters away, stood the stark grey walls and yellow banners of the monstrous fortress that had been constructed hastily to quell the green tides rising. A plain structure on the outside, towering above the landscape with huge buttressed walls, the fortress was lined with the ballistas and trebuchets the Haensetic commanders trusted to carry the day and defend their lands.

 

As the men of each force peered out from their walls, the light glinting off their helmets in a brilliant display of almost starlike twinkling, they prepared for the coming hours. As the first sounds of straining ropes, shouts, and stones being loaded filled the air, it was the Haensetic men who were ready to volley death upon their enemies first. The stones whistling through the air to crush the wooden palisades and siege engines of the Courlandic forces.

 

In return, the Courlandic forces sent their own stone forth. As they smashed into the stone walls of the fortress, the commanders saw that the Haenseti engineers had built the fortress mostly of stone, with no livable room within. With this knowledge, the men of Courland continued to volley, this time to the roof in order to crush the Haensetic siege engines housed there.

 

With the hours going by, and the breathes of the operators growing more ragged, the siege engines worked almost tirelessly as stones came down on both armies. Their only rest being when they were destroyed by the enemy, or broken through a malfunction due to heavy use. But it is was the Haensetic forces who soon drew their last stones from their reserves, as the Courlandic forces had been preparing for this day before the battle of Elba and had ample supplies.

 

With this superiority the men of Courland pelted the walls of the fortress mercilessly, until a tower, finally being knocked of its soundness from the projectiles, collapsed giving the green sea a way to flood the fortress with death.

 

As the tower fell into the moat, the shouts of ‘Charge’ rose up from the Courlandic camp, as it gave birth to the main force. An ocean of green and black banners raced across the landscape to the broken tower. Here the men stood watching, as great chunks of the ruin came crashing down even still, until it was stable once more. Thus, the vines of Courland crept up the cracked stone to meet the Haensetic defenders who stood on the roof.

 

With shouts, scraping of metal against stone, and furry did the men first atop the monstrosity meet the Haenseti. Their bravery giving time to those men still climbing the wall to find bearing upon the roof before joining the fray with the same enthusiasm that had followed their campaign from the seat of Aleksandria to the frozen plains of Vasiland.

 

As the defenders, once joking of the Courlandic forces superiority, now lay dying at the end of Courlandic steel pleading for mercy, the yellow banners were ripped down and replaced with the brilliant green. The men claiming the fortress for their own even as its defenders fought to the end.

 

The view atop the conquered keep astounded the victors, as they looked out over the barren expanse of snow covered plains wondering who could call this place home. As King Tobias Staunton finished in the ending of his enemies forces, he too would find himself on the ramparts, enjoying the same scene with a humble smile upon his lips.

 

 

 

The true Wardens of the North had come to take their rightful title.

[LoLzboi 661]

An Old Believer would be looking across the land "God has abandoned the Heretic" he would say, wiping the Haenseti brains off his axe.

[Glocky18 545]

"God has brought to us yet another victory, GOD wills it" Holy Ser Romanos would stay to his fellow Ordermen "These heretics will pay for their crimes"

[WoodenApples 382]

Sven would rub a gentle hand over his trusty steeds neck. "You did good today."

[KeatonUnbeaten 1103]

Gared would, reminiscing on leading the charge over the top of the fortress, rest in his home in Aleksandria, exhausted from such fierce battle.

[Babadooks 566]

Hughes took good notes upon his steed today.

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

Queen Lisette Staunton would raise a glass of champagne to the glory and good fortune bestowed upon her husband, her dinner guests following suit. "To our future, Ave Courland!" 

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

Coltaine presses himself deep into the hay infront of the fort, watching the enemy forces ranging near the mountain side some distance away, watching for a signal, telling him to blow the valley floor. A flare of light soars high into the sky above the fort, at that Coltaine moves to throw a lever, pausing to hear the the roar of explosive force echo on the coast but it never came. "Shoddy ******* craftsmanship." He curses, hoisting himself from the hay to sprint down the path, seeking to blow the coastal trail by hand, as he nears his destination, a hulking construct of stone rears into view from behind a tree, massive arm swinging low, taking  him right in the ribs, shattering bones and hurling him 10 meters away to land in a drift of snow with a thud. Laying there in his shattered, dilapidated state all he was able to do was watch as the fort was breached, enemy forces streaming in to butcher his friends and allies, and though his heart had withered and turned to dust decades ago, he felt he was broken inside. Wishing desperately to cry out, to shed tears over the injustice of these petty conquerors. He drags himself from the snow, tossing loss bones aside as he limps away, to the west then south, seeking only to be left alone for a long time.

[Ethan the epic 115]

"Ave courland" shouts Robert Nelk

[sneLf 314]

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[drfate786 1690]

14 hours ago, HurferDurfer1 said:

Coltaine presses himself deep into the hay infront of the fort, watching the enemy forces ranging near the mountain side some distance away, watching for a signal, telling him to blow the valley floor. A flare of light soars high into the sky above the fort, at that Coltaine moves to throw a lever, pausing to hear the the roar of explosive force echo on the coast but it never came. "Shoddy ******* craftsmanship." He curses, hoisting himself from the hay to sprint down the path, seeking to blow the coastal trail by hand, as he nears his destination, a hulking construct of stone rears into view from behind a tree, massive arm swinging low, taking  him right in the ribs, shattering bones and hurling him 10 meters away to land in a drift of snow with a thud. Laying there in his shattered, dilapidated state all he was able to do was watch as the fort was breached, enemy forces streaming in to butcher his friends and allies, and though his heart had withered and turned to dust decades ago, he felt he was broken inside. Wishing desperately to cry out, to shed tears over the injustice of these petty conquerors. He drags himself from the snow, tossing loss bones aside as he limps away, to the west then south, seeking only to be left alone for a long time.

 

As Coltaine dragged himself from the snow, the distant laughing of Alifer Von Amice would be heard. This would be accompanied by the screams of his comrades shortly after.