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The Eagle and the Dragon : The Battle of Blackwater, 1606

 

 


 

 

“When will the salmon stop poking the bear?”

Ushered by His Majesty, King Tobias Staunton, addressing the Courlandic forces after the siege of Vasililand.

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

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A painting depicting King Tobias Staunton leading the Courlandic charge during The Battle of Blackwater, 1606.



 

Nats, mosquitoes, worms, and beetles swarmed about the muddied waters, and rotting logs of the marshlands. Trees, as twisted and craggy as the very ground they grew from, loomed over the single road cutting its way across the saturated earth. The sounds of birds, and insects were only drowned out by the bubbling of gases coming from the waters as the sunlight filtering through the foliage turned to a more greenish hue rather than its more pure form.

 

The sounds of footsteps, sucking at the earth, soon overtook the sounds of nature. Green tabards moving through a green backdrop, nearly enveloping the entire army into the abyss of the forest. Men peered into the undergrowth, framed by vines, finding nothing discernible to their eyes.

 

Having left their meager holdings, venturing into the marshlands, the men’s cheers and grandeur soon dissipated as they came to realise that some men may be enveloped by the very ground they would soon fight on, falling to the mud and being sucked deep below, never to be seen again as some unlucky men had found. Straying their steps too far from the causeway, and plummeting down into the slime covered water below. These thoughts marked their faces as the call to halt came across the line.

 

Peering out across the road, the commanders knew they had but one chance to break the Mardonian line, should they be caught in bloody and prolongued melee if they did fail. With a quick sounding of the horns, and calls for “Charge” raising down the line, the green tide, now but a trickle in the expanses of the Marshland, came forward. The Veteran men not questioning their commanders judgements as they plodded across the soft earth.

 

As they flew across the causeway with the speed of a Hawk, they came to a moss covered bridge whose far side was entirely enveloped in the purple standards, and tabards of the Duchy of Mardon. With remembrances of the great war past still flooding their memories, came the furious rage of the Courlandic rebellion upon the Orenian Empire once more. The Veterans of the great war flew not to meet their enemy, but straight through them.

 

As they approached the bridge, arrows rained down upon the Courlanders, their shields becoming pincushions to the deadly projectiles. Once they met the bridge, they rushed it but were repelled with Alchemists fire. A mistake the Mardonian forces soon realised, as the battle tested and resourceful Courlanders came about the sides, finding ways across the river that the bridge spanned to flank them.

 

As the chemical fires died away from the soaked wood of the bridge, the distraction of the flanking Courlanders had provided just enough confusion to allow the main force to smash through the very heart of the Mardonian line.

 

Purple adorned men screamed as they fell, swallowed up by the very earth they once stood upon. Their lines shrinking back from the bridge, until they broke and routed into the swamps. The Courlanders cheering to their backs as they disappeared into the hostile land, to be swallowed up, lost, or returned in shambles to their holdings.

 

With this victory, there was no defense left between the Courlandic forces, and the lands of the Duchy of Mardon.

 

Mardons retribution had come.

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"How does a dragon die to a eagle, no way..." says the young Hughes d'Amaury.

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"Weakers than Haense" says Wolf while cleans an old plate armor that he stole from a dead body during the battle, at the same time that his son plays with his sword and his wife is smithing an axe

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"Whomever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster."

 

Muttered a defeated Arthur Jrent, his armor have been cleaved clean through by the recent flux of super-natural and undead enemy Courlandic as well Savoyard forces.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Le9sLw2VdUg

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXTJlH7g0tw

 

 

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32 minutes ago, The Combatant said:

"Whomever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster."

 

Muttered a defeated Arthur Jrent, his armor have been cleaved clean through by the recent flux of super-natural and undead enemy Courlandic as well Savoyard forces.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Le9sLw2VdUg

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXTJlH7g0tw

 

 

 

Von Amice would note that there were no supernatural entities in the Courlandic lines. 

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"Weakers than Haense" says Wolf while cleans an old plate armor that he stole from a dead body during the battle, at the same time that his son plays with his sword and his wife is smithing an axe

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Rodrick Lothston shoots his bow, and swings his sword through the enemey as some of them won't die due to some being undead.

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"Not so free are you now Mardon.." Dion de Savin smirks as he watches the Courlandic troops return to Aleksandria victoriously.

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Amelia de Savin would watch as the troops returned to Courland. A tear could be seen running down her cheek for those who had died in battle. For she had realized that many families were broken because of this war. "Who will now protect or care for those widows and lovers that lost their men to us...?" She then looked to her queen, Lisette Staunton, in hope for an answer.

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"Why do these mardonians even bother fighting? oren is dead and throwing more bodies in an impossible war is a waste of human life." *Robert Nelk states as he comes home victorious.

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"Why doesnt the Duchy hire some mercenaries to fight their war?" Says Basil, a steward from the Westerlands

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