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The Big Dogs are Back

“A slaughter of fools…” comments Ralf Brawm to his father Geordie as he witnesses the carnage.

 

 

 

 

 

The roads were devoid of life; the fear of death overpowering the Orenians’ duty to protect their land. The men of Ruswick were to blame for this, as they had been slaughtering the Orenian thralls in an operation, dubbed “Eland”,  keeping the roads safe for their citizens. Hadrian Labdacus, the young son of Austin Labdacus, had noticed much activity within the capital of Helena, and had taken notice of the large amount of soldiers gathering. Under his father’s absence, he had began a ruthless campaign into the Imperial Heartlands. He quickly notified the men of Ruswick, and so the houses convened: Brawm, Labdacus, and Ruk. As the men gathered at the end of the bridge leading into Helena, a lone Ruk approached the rabid Orenians and began taunting them, japing of wingless dragons writhing in the dirt beneath his boots. For the great Ruk man knew that the underdeveloped Orenians would grow angry from the relentless insults and charge out to meet the Rusmen in combat. As expected, the Orenians sallied out in rage and surrounded the young Ruk. Geordie and Bron called upon their men and charged the serfs who had been harassing the young Ruk man under the guise of an empire. 

 

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The great Rusmen under the command of Geordie Brawm and his son Ralf, confronting the Orenian dogs

 

The men of Ruswick were outnumbered over two to one. They clashed arms in a stalemate on the bridge of Helena, taking potshots at each other. Amidst the fierce engagement, the wingless Emperor was knocked into the surrounding water by a squire of House Labdacus, drowning in the moat meant to protect his city. The squire buried his sword into a soldier’s neck, after he cut another’s hand off and split a third’s skull open. Geordie roared his orders across the bridge and roads, his colossal build standing out in the crowds of Rusmen. During a tactical retreat, Bron and Hadrian Labdacus were cut off from Geordie’s retinue as a result of an Orenian flank. In their escape, they led several foolish Orenians toward the moat, and they suffered the same fate as their Emperor: being brutally cut down in the murky waters of the unkempt Orenian moat. With some room to breathe, Geordie’s forces managed to push the Orenian thralls back towards their capital, claiming several lives in the process.

 

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The boy Emperor drowned in his moat.

 

With time to spare, Bron and Hadrian made their way back. In a previous skirmish with Oren, Geordie and Bron had marked down the location of a bridge to be used as a choke point to funnel the crowds of Orenians. This was the time to use it, they decided. Seeing the Orenians getting anxious and overzealous, the men of Ruswick led them towards the bridge, slowly allowing them to gain ground. To any other foe this might seem quite obvious, but as mentioned before, the brain of the average Orenian thrall is not fully developed - around the 10th percentile of all Descendants, including Orcs and Ologs. Once at the bridge, the Rusmen set up a strong line of defence across the bridge and the Orenians charged it in futility, over and over, only to be swiftly pushed back and defeated - first by Geordie’s ferocious charge who, with his steel, cruelly cut down numerous Orenians, followed by volleys of arrows by Bron and his men. Soon to be followed by a swift slaughter by the Ruswick reserves, Bron charged in, finishing off many wounded Orenian dogs. Carnage ensued, and the weak Orenian retinue, their Emperor and all, was quickly dissolved by the company of Rhusmen. A hundred or so corpses sat on the Red King’s Road, decomposing. A lone Orenian survived the slaughter, allowed to leave by the Rusmen to spread tales of their bravery and to recruit others in their fight against the Orenian “men”.



 

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Bron Labdacus, the Red King, post-victory. 

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Reginald the Sly-Blade would smirk as he yanked his mask off his cheeks, he’d catch a breath then say, “Ruswick will be amazing, in the name of the Great Denis, and the founding families.”

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the great captain Jack Malone smiles upon seeing the notice "Goo' Shite." he says simply before tossing the paper to the waves

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“The slaughter of fools indeed!” yells Connor Brawm, disappointed he didn’t get to join his brothers in battle.

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Kato snickered with glee as he witnessed the mighty men of Ruswick return home with piles upon piles of Orenian gear.

 

“Well done well done my ladz! Let uz feast upon thiz great occasion!”

 

He’d then enter the Ruswick tavern filled with hungry warriors to prepare plenty of roasted pork and turkey for all to eat. It was a great sight to behold.

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Hadrian Labdacus curls up in his bed thinking about the fight, “Just last year I was 11 now I’m 13, cuz’ **** 12!”

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Hannibal picked his teeth, but in a happy way after hearing the news. "Yeah. Dash guhd." 

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A descendant of Frey would watch the battle from afar, a smile across the Norlander’s face.

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“I feel like people are forgetting the context behind this quote,” remarks an elf as he recalls the first, iconic utterance of this phrase in a streetfight in Johannesburg.

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1 minute ago, tasty_cheesecake said:

“I feel like people are forgetting the context behind this quote,” remarks an elf as he recalls the first, iconic utterance of this phrase in a streetfight in Johannesburg.


Ser Hakon would smile the sun’s smile down upon the elf from Valkyria.

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Wargoth Garrdum nods his head. “Uh oh.  .  .  Ztinki. . . “

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