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THE BATTLE OF HELENA FIELDS

9th of the Deep Cold, 1715

An account by Octavian Horen

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Shock ran through the ranks of the Imperium Renatum at the haphazard plan of the Marnans was executed; A plan lacking tact, it seems, for it led their cavalry to the gates of Renatus. A retinue containing five thousand soldiers from all reaches of their weak alliance perched between the end of Carolus’ Bridge and the keep of Ser Darius Ault, stared towards the entrance of the city, readied their blades and their formations.

 

A few hours after their adversaries arrived, the Imperium Renatum sallied forth with an equal amount of soldiers. Perhaps they waited to even the odds, to allow the rebel hordes to rally and prepare, and to alleviate the blatant foolishness that encompassed their plans.  Nonetheless, the mercy bestowed upon them was meaningless, in the end, as seen throughout the Saint’s week:

 

The Battle of Adria

The Battle of Lower Rodenburg

The Battle of Nordengrad

The Second Battle of Upper Rodenburg

 

Even more so than that, the Second Battle of Upper Rodenburg happened mere moments prior to this. It makes sense that this paltry attempt was to retaliate and to perhaps instill in themselves a false sense of fortitude. It ended in embarrassment for the Orenians, another addition to a series of losses.

 

The horns sounded and the two forces clashed together in a fierce pit of clattering blades, spilling blood and the descent of bodies to the ground. Fighting was underway. Yet, whilst this was synonymous across the ranks of the Imperium Renatum, it was not the case for the Haeseni Empire. The cowards of the opposing side did not charge with their brethren - the Snow Elves, namely, held back and routed within the first seconds, their senses overcome with primal fight-or-flight instincts.

 

The aftermath of the scene was as could have been expected - mounds of bodies stacked up at the end of Carolus’ Bridge and a veritable roadblock to Renatus’ magnificent capital, built by what was essentially mass suicide.

 

“Gather up the survivors!” barked Prince Martinus, waving his gilded appendage overhead, the sun’s radiance cascading off its exterior.

 

The survivors were gathered and the line to the guillotine extended so far that the last of the prisoners tread upon the bodies of their deceased allies (a recurring problem for the Legionnaires). Among them, another rebel leader was executed at the hands of Ser Rodrik. The Paramount Knight of Haense, Dominic Grimm head rolled to the bottom of an empty, makeshift pit.

 

He was not alone, though, for in the aftermath of the battle, more leadership was captured and executed. Two of the Tundrak bloodline were dragged upon the wooden platform bearing the guillotine and two left headless; Aelthos Tundrak, the Fennic Crown Prince had faltered once again; Akin to Dominic, their heads rolled into the makeshift pit, bereft of bodies. The Marnan sympathizers, for their loyalty to traitors, would fill the pit to the brim by the end of ave and would go to fill three more by the end of the week.

 



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Let me put stress on the fact these feeble, weak men had rallied twice in the space of a saints hour and lost both in mere seconds.

 

And to the ever observant Silver State, witnesses of the 98th grievance, we welcome you.


 



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Zachery’s concern for Remus’ underage wife continues to grow.

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"F'ock off marnan," Lyonel would comment as he pillaged the pockets of the two men he slew.

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1 minute ago, ferdaboys69 said:

“You guys never mention me! I pulled the lever!” said Titus

 

”Don’t you worry, I’ll remember you did!”

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18 minutes ago, Privet said:

the Imperium Renatum sallied forth with an equal amount of soldiers

 

20 minutes ago, Privet said:

The cowards of the opposing side did not charge with their brethren - the Snow Elves, namely, held back and routed within the first seconds, their senses overcome with primal fight-or-flight instincts.

“We had forty, you had sixty – and every single Snow Elf charged. None ran. You’re playing quite the mental gymnastics here.”

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William Jrent twists his blade in the chest of the man across from him. Gurgling, spitting blood, the grown man falls. Breathing hard, gasping for air in the depths of the melee, the teenager steels himself. He presses his boot against the dying warrior’s breastplate, pulls his sword out of its deathly sheathe, wipes the blood off on the man’s tabard. That makes four. The young soldier has just a moment of respite before the next rebel approaches, and the WAR OF TWO EMPIRES’ storms steal the life of another aged candle. William would return, battered, bloody, to his small home in Helena. The rebels would not.

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5 minutes ago, Aeldrin said:

 

“We had forty, you had sixty – and every single Snow Elf charged. None ran. You’re playing quite the mental gymnastics here.”

“Ah, makes perfect sense that they died.” Ser Nick ‘the Chicken’ remarks.

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“Truly, death shall claim every single one of these oath-breakers and traitors to the Reich before it takes me,” declared one of the Dragon Knight heroes of Mankind, Ser Jan Sigmar – axe in hand and beneath the Blood Raven’s banner, the old man fought, bled and killed mercilessly in spite of his age, the realm’s treachery, and the betrayal of his Church, honoring the ancient oaths given to Kaiser Aurelius. “For in this struggle none can prevail but three –  GOTT, ALSTREIM, RENATIA.

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Vexalia added two more Ivae’fenn suits of armor to her collection, and added a tally mark to her treasury room.

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“oh my, the more their head grows with these meaningless skirmishes...the day will come for them, as it has all tyrants.” says Duncan as he shakes his head in pity

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4 minutes ago, Drew2_dude said:

“oh my, the more their head grows with these meaningless skirmishes...the day will come for them, as it has all tyrants.” says Duncan as he shakes his head in pity

A man wonders why the emperor who’s nation has a proper parliament is a tyrant but the one who has not, is not? 

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a man sits wondering when the parliament of the fake empire has ever done anything except play into the hands of what the emperor wants and not its people, and when its ever passed anything useful or otherwise...

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