Summit At The Crow's Perch

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Summit At The Crow’s Perch

A retelling of events from Artyom Vladov's point of view

17th of The First Seed, 1667

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Violence wasn’t a rare thing in the Human Kingdoms. It’s practically a way of life for everyone who reside there nowadays. What is rarer in the Human realms is solving a problem diplomatically, though when a man challenges another man’s ego. That’s when things get very bloody and dirty. It’s war.

 

“Thank you all for meeting me here today, Lords of Adria. I brought you all here to discuss a plan of action against the Courlandic force who threatens our way of life. To get a better understanding of the situation I have also invited the Lord Marshal of Renatus to assist us in our planning.” Artyom wasn’t one to question the direction Duke John Sarkozic believed is the best course. There must be another way, he thought. Though thinking back on the Courlandic policy throughout their reign. This might very well be the only choice they have of returning Adria to a state of normalcy.

 

“As you all know, there has been an occupation of the King’s land known as Whitepeak. Despite once throwing all our men into defending the land against bandits and other factions, we must now siege it. And retake the land that rightfully belongs to our kingdom. This won’t be easy but Adria will commit all the manpower available.” Artyom stood there watching his Duke speak to his people. Everyone looked up to him with pride to see the man who has led us so far only lead us through another path filled with more trials and tribulations knowing there will be light at the end of this tunnel. Nobody has ever been able to recreated the Duchy of Adria since it’s destruction at the hands of the Savoyard King. To question him would be to question the sweat and blood he’s invested into making a home for our people. Artyom wasn’t there for the start of Adria unlike his cousin, Maxim, he barely has even contributed a thing in its infancy. Regardless, he couldn’t help in getting the feeling that the Duchy of Adria was in the right hands and John Sarkozic’s word was not to be questioned.

 

Maxim interrupted his train of thought by giving him a playful punch on the shoulder. “How are you, cos?” he said with his deep, booming, voice. “I’m fine, cousin,” Artyom replied to him, gesturing for him to step out to the back. “What is it you need, Artyom?” He remained silent setting a helmet and a warhammer on the table. “What are these... -Where did you get these cousin?” Artyom couldn’t help but to chuckle at his disbelief and gave a pat to each item as he spoke. “This is the Warhammer of Sigmar and the Helmet of Kazimir Vladov, our ancestors, cousin.” Maxim looked at him with a frown, giving him another more rougher punch on the shoulder. “I know this! Who do you think me to be? A fool?” Artyom stumbled back as he wasn’t used to Maxim’s full force being used against him. “At ease, cousin. I only jest of course. I carried them all this time myself. The hammer is yours rightfully, Maxim. It is birthright.” He stood watching as Maxim lifted the hammer in his hands for the first time, nothing had ever suited him better. The iconic warhammer of Sigmar always seemed to look at home in the hands of a Vladov from his lineage. “And the helmet...? Artyom? Kazimir was your great ancestor surely it must be worn by you, cousin!” Artyom replied with a simple shake of his head, “It is not for me. I’m not worthy to wear such a thing. But you are Maxim, wear it in the field as when Kazimir did and bring honor to our house. Remind people who the Vladovs are.” Artyom watched as his cousin stood there and took in what he had said to him. “It would be my honor to champion the legacy of Kazimir. Our family, cousin. I thank you. It seems like all we need now is the swo-” Maxim glanced back to the crowd shuffling to the front of the maps scouts had gathered, giving Artyom a pat on the shoulder. “Let us head back, cousin. They’re going to start without us.”

 

As Artyom made his way back to the crowd, he realized how the crowd was much larger than those that were invited. The Lord Marshal was expected but not Prince Augustus along with a few other Lords of Renatus for his entourage. I suppose it was better to make no announcement, who knows what if the Courlandic forces have any spies watching over them. The opposition would take any chance at taking a shot at the Kingdom, the Vladov thought to himself. “I have gathered all the vital intel we have at our disposal for this upcoming battle. It is best we cooperate within our leadership so that there is no miscommunication between our forces. For this reason alone I have commissioned a perfect model of Whitepeak and the surrounding lands.” The duke wasn’t lying as well. There was a large model of Whitepeak that was very accurate sitting in the courtyard, it was hard to miss. “So shall we proceed?” John asked the crowd as he clasped his hands together with a look of confidence.

 

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