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Fire rained down and slammed unto Helena’s walls, the drums pounding in the distance as The Armies of Oren closed in. She sat above the walls, looking outward beside her preparing allies. Renatian archers strung their bows and prepared their arrows, knightly royalty and orcish berserkers readied to wet their blades upon the enemy. Uncertainty, filled her heart with the deafening silence. The week approaching had stenched of death, skirmishes and battles sided with grueling hours of aiding builders and smithing weaponry. Friends in Ves lost with the declaration, children and a lover separated, joining the enemy side. Illythia was alone, her battle would be by the side of Horens who she admired, knights and fighters she’d studied under and trained with, and friendships made with those who’d she found as her new brothers.

Her kind were not an easy folk to talk to, often too stuck in their ways to make good listeners- good leaders. Such is why she found herself always at odds with them. Always did she try and make amends with her people, always did she fail. However, the spirit of A Warhawke is not so easily dismissed. She for a hundred and thirty years, had fought alongside Valah and their struggles. Against Norlanders and Courlanders, now fighting alongside them as if they were her own. The Ruriks and Stauntons had their conflicts, but set them aside when they had seen a greater threat arise. One threat that not only sought to ruin their union, but sought to destroy her home, and those she cared about. 

As The Dawn broke, the resounding sounds of a distant ram, and trebuchet fire broke the silence. Field commanders began shouting, and the bells began tolling. The attack would come, and today would decide whether she lay dead in the ground, or standing triumphantly over her enemies. She’d looked to those of The Legion around her, now nearly the oldest member of the organization, viewing all the faces she may never see again. She’d built a life here, in thirty years. Best of friends with Legionnaire Officers and High Command, she’d fought for two lifetimes – but not grown attached, to those around her. Such thoughts were broken when she laid eyes upon a soldier, who’d gotten struck directly moments after her gaze fell onto her by a trebuchet shot. Little remained of them, and little remained of her senses. Her heart sunken and formed into stone, and she prepared for the battle ahead. She turned, looking down to the charging soldiers that broke through her walls, their goal to raze her home and hang her from the gallows. 

Their day would not be today.  


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Haakon awakens from his slumber after sensing an imbalance in the world. He dons his armor, readying himself for the next battle.

 

“Looks like me and my boys need to be there.”

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40 minutes ago, Archbishop said:

“Shut up you degenerate *****.” said Zachery.

Ser Aldis Chase wonders why Zachery is telling Illythia to shut up, even though she didn’t speak, and this was not an actual missive, but merely a recollection of her thoughts, and her point of view during the battle! Truly, the Archbishop must be a mage!

 

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”They always thought they could break us, that they rebellion would get them somewhere. Even when we had to make a last stand, when we were outnumbered and driven into a corner, we still won. Our morale never crumbled, but theirs is beyond broken. They will claim the war isn’t over yet, and I agree. It is far from over, it has only just begun. Their walls will crumble, their soldiers will flee like the rats they are. Ave Renatus, Ave Godfrey!” The Knight spoke with pride, vividly remembering the last stand he and his fellow soldiers made within the throne room. The morale of his and his fellow Renatians at an all time high, as they all knew this was the beginning of the end for Oren.

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 On a particular platform supported by the primordial essences of a timeless void, an elf ponders victory, pyrrhic as it were. The eververses’ expanse visible in the eyes of it’s very beholder. It held it’s scepter as rifts slowly pour open as it begins deconstructing things very slowly. A relief effort, and a repairing one. Slowly, bodies drift up to wherein they would be sent, swallowed into the neverending – the ponderances fell as it were when the city began to slowly be repaired.

 

“My will to live is empowered by divine dignity; dragons swallow whole the damned.”

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2 hours ago, Archbishop said:

“Shut up you degenerate *****.” said Zachery.

Watch the language Pontif!” says Titus, covering his ears at the unGODly language!

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3 hours ago, Nathan_Barnett36 said:

"Dont get cocky now, only 4-5 survivors" says Siegmund 

"45 survivors isn't bad considering none of them are Orenians." says a Reiter. 

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A young dark elf watched in Haense as Marnan troops under various banners left the city. Her heart pounded, also seeing her father carrying one of the imperial standards, riding a horse ahead of the procession. The following week would be the longest she’d endure, sauntering around the streets of Haense that grew considerably more empty with the departure of the army. The weather did not ease her solitary days, neither the toy soldiers she had settled around the floor of her room. She played out the battle, step-by-step, with the help of the pieces. One night, it was the Oren brigadier and his Marnan royal guard companion victorious over the pretender Emperor’s forces. The next night, it was the Dragon Knight’s sword clanking against the tin head of his adversaries.

 

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Sadly, she had no figurines for the elven knight and the dark elven general that she could pin against each other on her wooden-floored battlefield.

 

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