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The Rains of Castromere

 

“As the rats scurry into their hiding holes, we shall follow and smoke them out.”

-Commander Edmund Torryn addressing the Courlandic host after the slaughter at the Battle of Elba.

 

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Evruxian footmen arriving at Hallowfell.

Circa; 1616

 

 

 


 

 

Two brothers, one short and one tall, one fat and one strong, stood idly atop walls of Hallowfell. The fat one slouched over the ramparts and drummed his fingers. The tall one stood erect with his hands clasped behind his back. Despite their differences, the brothers shared an expression of livid determination. Less than a day’s walk to their backs was Aleksandria, the proud capital of the Principality, now given its first great tragedy.

 

Weakened and disgruntled Lords who had turned away from the formation of the Principality had not only attacked their old lieges, but a Principality of the Empire. They had not only killed Frederick Baden but allowed his corpse to be desecrated against the tradition and will of the Church. They not only took Frederick’s crown but pronounced one of their number as Prince, without the approval of the Emperor or God.

 

The brothers gazed out over the empty green fields, with an orange sun at their backs, casting long shadows over the clumps of grass and dirt beneath the walls.  The tall one spoke first: “The time for diplomacy is past, Arnaud.”

 

The fat brother nodded methodically in response. “We offered peace, and they brought war to our prince’s halls. Now we’ll bring it to theirs.” Even as they spoke, the thunder of hooves on grass and stone echoed from their backs. The brothers turned to see banners of green and grey join the sea of men swarming Hallowfell, some carrying crates of weapons through the keep, others sparring in the in the fields. The brothers turned east once more, and the fat one spoke again. “As soon as the rest arrive, we march.”

 

 


 

 

WARCLAIM

 

Tier Chosen (This cannot be changed after the first warclaim is held): 1

 

Type of battle: Skirmish

 

Date And Time: June 24th, Saturday 3pm EST, 7pm GMT

 

Side A: Principality of Evreux + Allies

 

Side B: Duchy of Savinia + Allies

 

Location and boundaries:

 

Direct Area:

http://imgur.com/PsEmaQD  
 

Surrounding area of battlefield for reference to location:

http://imgur.com/CNn8aSI

 

Terms of Victory

 

Upon Victory For...

 

Victory for the Attackers: All Savinian forces are killed or flee the battlefield

 

Victory for the Defenders: All Courlandic forces are killed or flee the battlefield

 

REWARDS

 

Offensive Victory: Principality of Evreux take the Town de Savin  and may follow on with a siege of the Savinian Palace and capital.

 

Defensive Victory: Duchy of Savinia remain in control of the Town de Savin, and have the option to either skirmish the following week or wait for another siege in two weeks time.

 

Rules



No status switching.
All LoTC rules.
No golden apples.
No one day alts.

TNT enabled
No modifications can be made to the battlefield and its surrounding area upon the posting of this warlclaim.

 

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