The Sacking of Halsworthy

[TJBMinecraft 821]

From inside and outside the walls of Gavöles, the capital city of the Duchy of Riviä, the clank, clank, clank of the raising portcullis would be heard echoing throughout the silent sky. As soon as the thick iron gate was fully winched up, a loud echoing roar would be heard coming from a war horn.

 

As soon as the war horn was finished, 400 Riviän soldiers, clad in their steel armour with each one carrying a spear with the standard of House de Hartcold upon it, would march out of the city led by Captain Theresa de Hartcold, eldest daughter to Duke Thomas I de Hartcold. As the last few soldiers left the city the portcullis would roll down, barricading the entrance from anyone entering.

 

As the soldiers marched down the road from Riviä, you could hear their every

footstep and every crunch of the gravel on the road beneath their feet.

 

As the battalion of soldiers approached nearer and nearer towards the city of Halsworthy they could feel the climate change from the bitter cold of the far south to the warm breeze of the south west. In the horizon the walls of Halsworthy could be seen before every single soldier in the formation.

 

The Battalion would reach the front gates of Halsworthy, the purple and white banners of House de Hartcold and the Duchy of Riviä would glitter in the wind. Captain's Theresa de Hartcold would bellow out at the top of her voice “Company halt” as her order was finished, a mass clattering of feet against the gravel of the road outside of Halsworthy would be heard echoing around the nearby area. But no sound was heard coming from inside the city.

 

“Bring the battering ram forward and smash open those gates’ Theresa yells at the top of her voice, clearly taking control of the situation. The rolling of wheels would be heard as he giant wooden battering ram slowly approached itself towards the front gate. Underneath the roof of the battering ram each and everyone if the soldiers yelled “HEAVE” as the pulled the thick, wooden log with the metal tip backwards then swinging it forwards. BASH! “HEAVE!” BASH! “HEAVE!” “BASH” until suddenly the gates of Halsworthy were smashed open.

 

The men of Riviä would charge in with their swords in hand towards the 100 man strong garrison guarding the city from its besiegers. All across the city the sound of metal upon metal would be heard with the sounds of men screaming their last.

 

The town was now littered with destruction, weapons and carnage. Red, purple and green are the new colors of what was once a peaceful, city, which has now become the stage of a long, destructive battle. The air which would normally be vibrant with the sound of work, trade and craftsmanship is now thick with the scent of death and decay, the mere sense of it will make you run away.

 

The green white and blue flags of Halsworthy were cut down and burnt, being replaced with the new purple and white flags of House de Hartcold and the Duchy of Riviä.

 

“HALSWORTHY IS HEREBY UNDER THE OWNERSHIP OF HIS GRACE, THOMAS I DE HARTCOLD OF RIVIÄ. LONG MAY HE REIGN”

 

Screams of joy and clinks of ale were offered around, truly, this was a good day for conquest.  But at what cost.

 

[Archbishop 1784]

Walter grumbles having already sacked their city and executed their pagan leaders with old ordermen comrades. "A shame we did not take ownership and now those who support the reiver bandits now own it."

[Dight 55]

Ryther, who was apart of the Riviän army, sighs.
"Was this truely wise?"

[thesaintjaleel 792]

"I don't doubt that eventually, we will bump heads with Courland. Whether we will bump in the form of a greeting or bump in the form of hostility is yet to be known..." said Valdun upon hearing this news from his servant, Maerel

[firegirl7894523 247]

Carsandra, who lost her husband during the battle, closes and eyes and sighs. "It is not enough salt in the wounds that the very same people who took over also killed me husband during the war...but I suppose, it is the nature of conquest."