The Jornheim Defensive

[Raomir 1855]

 

The Jornheim Defensive

 

 

The Battle of Jornheim’, a decisive victory for the coalition among the mountains of Jornheim c. 1634

 

“I’ll be taking that”
- Verthaik Frostbeard and his ilk as they pry coin and jewellery from their fallen foes.

 

The combined armies of the coalition marched in unity, its single standard flown in the flailing wind. The white eagle stood at the head of the army as a symbol of strength, perseverance and pride. The men and women who raised its banner marched unhindered in their approach and fought unbroken in battle, willing to lay down the ruin of their enemy before death. At the helm of the great army rode Verthaik Frostbeard, High King of Kaz’Ulrah and Javier Ruric, King of Norland. Verthaik’s shield shined brighter than the others, coated in pure gold and emblazoned with the crest of Clan Frostbeard. Javier stood tall and menacing at the front of the host, his armour as black as the void with a thick wolf coat slung over his shoulder. To their left stood the withering Warlord Wurzik’Gorkil, scarred and scolded although undefeated and certainly unmatched in battle and to their right lay Torvin Blackaxe, who sought at last to end the grudge branded upon the cowardly zealots of Urguan. The infantry marched forward in complete silence, echoing an age of professionalism and discipline whilst a loose brigade of Warhawke skirmishers led by Prince Erolas Ba'ikana marked the flanks, screaming war cries.

 

On the far left flank rode the cunning goblin Rex U’la’Yar with her mighty warhost of mounted infantry on top various beasts of war and situated equally opposite on the far right rode the newly crowned King of Santegia, Leoiaritzaltzu Salbatzaile de Savin with a contingent of heavily armoured Courlandic knights. This coalition of dwarf, orc, human and elf marked an end to the aggressive expansion of the Orenian Empire and its bidding counterpart the onetime, Grand Kingdom of Urguan. Their purpose was clear and universally agreed, to bring ruin to the imperium and abolish it for eternity and to liberate Urguan from the Cult of Khorvad and their necromantic teachings.

 

As the army reached the foot of the mountainside, banners of purple and black as well as orange and grey peaked the horizon, marking the call of war. A single horn sounded throughout the valley, motioning the beginning of battle. Upon hearing its call, the men of the coalition shifted in their great suits of armour as they readied their formation. Courtiers strode down the columns to relay information back and forth from the flanks, notifying the generals present of the newly given command. Verthaik Frostbeard stepped forward to inspect the great army at his behest, before issuing a speech that echoed through the ranks.

 

“Oren’s Empire, a relic of a dying and decrepit age, will be defeated in the field of battle once again. Together, the world has shown that when we stand together, nothing, not Oren, nor Urguan can stand before the tide of our creation. 

 

We offer no demand to our enemy, but the full and total surrender of its armies, and the dissolution of its ruling administrations. Lest these terms be fulfilled, know that our foe shall find no solace in the wake of its demise.

 

For the glory of our ancestors, of clan Frostbeard, Blackaxe, Stormfist, Blackfist, and Goldhand, prove your birthright, from the flesh and blood of your fallen enemies!”

 

The coalition and the Empire’s armies charged forward to the bloody sound of battle, their ranks clashing and wrought with intense fighting. On the hill stood Urguan’s forces, cowardly held in reserve. They watched as the battle ensued on the plains below, its blanket texture turning to a scarlet canvas. When they descended to engage in the fray themselves, their formation was decimated by Warhawke skirmishers, dishing out slings of meagre rock as well as alchemical bombs. After both the Orenian and Urguanite frontline broke, their heavy infantry was sent into ensure victory and prevent mass rout, however, their entire contingent was single handedly torn apart by the brutish orc Wurzik’Gorkil who sent them running for the hills like the cur they are.

 

Throughout the chaos emerged a champion from the coalition’s side, a single berserker dubbed “mr. bones” who had slain many half-men as well as Orenian footman. In the final hours of the battle, a small band of men astride horseback siphoned through the plains. Men who witnessed their presence screamed in horror, as their crude blades of malice cut through the back of routing troops. Coalition forces watched as what remained of their defeated enemy vanished into the misty fog of which they came. Though the battle was won, the war had only just begun.

[Novastral 582]

Duk'Braduk wipes away a single tear.

[Kevinblabla7 641]

Paragon Torvin would be bombing the orenian forces with his explosive arrows, he'd be on top of the mountain as he spotted the Orenian Emperor down there, he jumped down off the mountain and flew into his direction with his flying machine attempting to slay him. The coward emperor ran back behind his forces and left the battlefield as a scared female while Torvin slaid a dozen of soldiers attempting to get near him. "Ah'll be takin dat"  He'd say as he'd gather all the carbarum armor on the ground

[wrenik 130]

Edel would chear: "we beat' t'em good! fine fig'tin Kaz'ulrah kin n' our allys! we beat them good!"

[ryno2 1285]

Gror Blackfist scours the field in the late hours of battle, leading the major contingent of Coalition cavalry against stragglers and other leftovers. 

"Good day today."

[Garrond 249]

Garrond Roars and cheers at the sight of Oreners/Urguanites dead on the battlefield "ARRRRUUUUUUUUUUUU"

[Cilantro 18]

TESEl FUCKIN' SHOUTS "**** URGUAN!"

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Joren Baruch would scratch his head looking at the rest of the survivors. "Where was the Frostbeard men at?." he'd pause for a moment. "I only seen a few dwarves, and Orcs; the second wave was filled with Norlanders." he'd smile. "Seems the Frostbeards uses their allies to win wars not themselves."

[BigMacMoMo 214]

Beorik Frostbeard laughs heartily as he walks through the battlefield, collecting jewelry and any alcohol that could be found on his fallen enemies. "T'ey fough' poorleh. Good t'ing tha' t'ey 've good loot te make up fer it." Beorik takes a deep breath and shouts into the battlefield, "ARRUUUUUUUUUUU!"

[Cloakedsphere 1471]

2 minutes ago, DPM said:

((what survivors we dropped ur entire force and only lost 30 ppl, gf gf)

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(( dont you know? we dont follow the "upon death" rule of losing memory in wars. ))

[Algoda 885]

Just now, Legoboy7984 said:

Joren Baruch would scratch his head looking at the rest of the survivors. "Where was the Frostbeard men at?." he'd pause for a moment. "I only seen a few dwarves, and Orcs; the second wave was filled with Norlanders." he'd smile. "Seems the Frostbeards uses their allies to win wars not themselves."

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Barradin would reply.

 

"Your obsession with the Frostbeards seem unhealthy. This is a war of the Axis Coalition, not just us. It is true that we do not make up the majority of the coalition forces, though that is the case with Urguan aswell in a much more dire way. Maybe the age of dwedmar truely is coming to an end, but i take heart in knowing the most powerful and passionate dwarves are fighting with us."

[devvy 1348]

Signa stayed back reluctantly, knowing her skills were not sharpened enough so instead she baked all the warriors pie; decorated to look like bloody decapitated heads

[InfamousGerman 1553]

mr bones, in his signature top hat,  cackles upon seeing the result of the battle 

"spooked ya!"

 

[Legoboy7984 3155]

37 minutes ago, Algoda said:

Barradin would reply.

 

"Your obsession with the Frostbeards seem unhealthy. This is a war of the Axis Coalition, not just us. It is true that we do not make up the majority of the coalition forces, though that is the case with Urguan aswell in a much more dire way. Maybe the age of dwedmar truely is coming to an end, but i take heart in knowing the most powerful and passionate dwarves are fighting with us."

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"Passionate dwarves fiog't for what t'eir founder Urguan created..." he'd pause. "Frostbeards are complete idiots." Agnar Ireheart would state

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Darain Blackaxe's laugh can be heard across the halls of Kaz'Ulrah "GAR! GAR! GAR! VICTORY TU KAZ'ULRAH EN BLESSIN'S TU DUNGRIMM! WE FOCKED T'EIR S'IT UP!"