RAID ON REZA

[trinn 5128]

THE RAID ON REZA





 

 

Shouts rang out through the cobbled streets of Helena of a dastardly act, committed right outside the gates of the capital itself, as the noble Ser Frederick Baden had been kidnapped just as he was about to begin work on the war memorial. Spotted by an eagle-eyed legionnaire the men swiftly assembled in column upon the city’s creaking drawbridge, the spearmen flanked by a pair of fleet-footed cavalry riders.

 

The soldiers marched long hours over the green fields, travelling off the main roads and across the country. Their first port of call, Leuven, was devoid of activity - the fields still empty after their harrowing raid on the past Saint’s Day. Pushing on they assembled to the side of Reza, their scouts have found the city a hive of buzzing activity. Here, no doubt, would they be able to save their captured comrade and return home victorious.

 

Forwards moved the lead man, scuttling towards the closest cobblestone wall behind the long grass. Pushing forwards the large raid ladder with a heave he prepared a way up the wall, grunting and sweating under the load of his large burden. Up and over the ladder followed the swarm of Renatian soldiers, scuttling across the walls until they were able to safely descend into the city proper.

 

Marching forwards the troops ignored the cowering civilians who - intimidated by the sudden appearance of a foreign corps - had fled within their townhouses. Instead, the soldiers had halted before the palace, spread out over the loose ground with arrows nocked in their bows which gently tilted towards the packed dirt-floor. For a half-moment, the wind died down and the clanking of metal quieted down, ushering in a brief moment of serenity, a moment swiftly broken by the mass rush of crossbow bolts from the upper windows of the Hansetic palace.

 

Falling back to the nearby bridge the attackers hunkered down, finding succour from the onslaught of bolts, only to be forced back as the men of Reza came running out of the palace’s gates. Pushing the Renatians back a dozen metres the Highlanders paused, already pausing for breath and congratulations. It proved to be a fatal halt - from behind the group came a pair of soldiers who had, lying in wait, hidden themselves from view. The Highlanders found themselves pincered and surrounded on two sides, quickly slaughtered and left bleeding in the dirt.

 

Dragging away the injured and executing their foes, the rescuers swiftly tore apart the palace - overturning slabs and breaking open doors in their desperate search for Ser Frederick. Although their search to find the man was fruitless - little did they know he had already been executed - they did hear brief, tantalising whispers of Joey’s voice from upstairs. Storming forwards they found the room he had inhabited empty, but had secured the capture of the notable wooden elf Khaine.

 

With combat over, the men assembled in the palace’s throne room. Sat, presiding over proceedings, was John Alexander - the claimant to the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska- who had ensconced himself upon the throne. Flanked by a pair of guards, the assembly stared down the kneeling Khaine who had been pushed down to the floor. By his side stood the spearman Lewin, metal head pressed against the elf’s flesh.

 

The proceedings were short - a list of pronounced crimes and the Prince’s short, abrupt judgement. The elf was not treated with disrespect, and his dying wishes were honoured as the men carried his body back to Helena for a cremation. Although they had not achieved their objective of saving Ser Frederick, they had certainly avenged him.

 

 

 

 

[garentoft 9265]

Ser Frederick Baden smiles from the Seven Skies, pleased that while he may not have lived, he had at least been avenged. 

[wolfdwg 2677]

“May his death be avenged with the deaths of dozens of treasonous scum,” Lyonel would exclaim, as he and his comrades would return to their homes after the bloody raid.

[Harri 4815]

daniel retells the exact story as he battles ((pictured above))

[LithiumSedai 5750]

Lewin of Blackwater revels in his fame as a Renatian spearman.

[lev 627]

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