THE BATTLE OF ADRIA

[Anderssn 1115]

THE BATTLE OF ADRIA

Or

The pathetic loss that Oren suffered 

whilst out numbering their enemy.

 

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Oh, what a jovial moment to lay eyes upon the bloody roads that lay betwixt the Orenian heartlands littered with the limp bodies of Our enemy. This altercation started earlier this very ‘eve, with Sir Adrian and his personal retinue arriving upon the jewel of Rubern with courage beyond their own doubts. 

 

Or, that was the facade they exerted upon those around - a ploy, a lie to trick them in to believing that they were in fact soldiers; unfortunately, the truth was far from this. As Doctor Daniel trepased amongst the scene, wielding an actual courage that stood out amongst the crowd - he pointed his blade at the retinue, a small smile creeping onto his facade. A fight, at last.

 

Yet, that smile soon twisted into a deep frown - to his disbelief, the soldiers tucked tail and ran; it seemed Sir Adrian, such a boastful Knight, did not feel comfortable taking on Doctor Daniel within the confines of Rubern. 

 

“Bah!” spat out Doctor Daniel, it seemed if he could acquire himself a fight then he would have to force one himself. He quickly rang the bells with a fervor unseen for many months. The men of the AIS and Ruberni Huszars were rallied, with Doctor Daniel and Hetman Radu in the lead they would dart along the roads slaughtering Orenians after Orenian with little rebuke.

 

That was until they came across a large Orenian party, rallied and at the head of it? Sir Adrian - he had rallied a force to stop Doctor Daniel and his nefarious deeds.

 

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About 200 versus 350, it seemed that Sir Adrian - a boastful soldier - would only take on fights where he would outnumber his opponents by large amounts. Well, he had finally got what he wanted; Daniel would not take on the Orenian mentality and flee fights they did not hold numerical advantage in.

 

There was no flight, no retreat and no mercy extended to these Orenian soldiers. Both of the forces crashed, the Sheihk Ibraheem of Al-Faiz leading the flank, Daniel down the middle and Hadvard controlling the cavalry. Each to their own merit, helped an exceptional victory come to play.

 

Despite the number disparity being in the favour of the Orenian scourge, the skill disparity was easily within the favour of the A.I.S; it was shown. 

 

The Orenians had lost once again. 

 

[Tornaedo 1249]

Radu would look to his sword, only to see it was covered in blood from hilt to tip “The Orenians came. The Orenians fought. The Orenians died.”

[Harri 4815]

Doctor Daniel smiles, pleased at this triumphant return after his holiday to the Elven Lands, where he studied ancient medicinal practices to help one with meditation and zen. “What a delightful day!” he exclaims joyfully, returning to his laboratory to strengthen his mind.

[Arcean 201]

A random crimson guard shouts “Ave Suffonia! Ave A.I.S!” in the streets of Rubern.

[RhythmrhymE 156]

Osman in his slightly old age fought Oren,  going back to his home with his Friends, happy with the Win in the Battle. Even though it was only the start.

[FlemishSupremacy 6115]

Flemius grunts as he raises up from the ground, from a pile of slain Orenians. Despite his injuries, the broadest grin found it’s presence on his face, and no pain could remove it. Oh, they were only just getting started.

[LithiumSedai 5750]

A Waldenian knight known as Corwin Freiherr von Alstreim traversed the field of battle at a steady pace, his faithful raven companion Godfrey perched upon a crimson Dragon Knight pauldron, and a blood-drenched waraxe upon the other. To himself he hummed an ancient Dragon Knight chant, scouring the Adrian road for survivors.

 

”Death rides on my shoulder, death walks in my footsteps; I am death…”

Very few Haensers and Helenan cuirassiers still clung on to life, strewn about the site of combat; their battered half-plate and craven hearts proved of little use and a poor shield against the Allied knights clad in Northern steel. Yet the Waldenian’s axe did see bloody work even throughout the epilogue – and had they pleaded for mercy, a chivalrous fellow of his making would have shown it; but Ser Corwin knew full well that mere puppets had no voices of their own, for the Black Crow, their puppeteer, cowered behind the walls of Neu-Reza and Helena to abandon its minions to a silent death.

A single detail caught the Waldenian’s eye, soaked in a pool of Orenian blood – a weapon, which he retrieved, sending off his raven to feast upon fallen Haensers. It took no keen eye nor prolonged inspection for him to recognize his own handiwork – a hefty steel raven’s beak of his own making. Corwin chuckled.

”Quality weapons never turn their tips on their maker.”

 

 

[HadvarAvMitteland 557]

Hadvar av Mitteland screams out to the rally of the AIS, “AVE the AIS! The Elves showed no backbone, scared of the future of this War. We have proven time and time again that we are STRONG! The roads are now ours, Oren have fled, died and suffered at the hands of our men. I am proud of each and every one of you for your valiant efforts and your continuous support, even in the face of adversity.”

He would then smile to his brave men, shaking his head due to the now hilarious Imperials, “They mocked us for being weak, showing no backbone and said that we were crumbling...THIS SHALL NEVER BE HEARD AGAIN!” Was shouted across Rubern before he ventured back to Morsgrad to tell his Father the good news.

 

[!] A small note is attached showing the vast outnumbering in the battle from the cavalry point of view. Four men suffered from the blade of Hadvar, three horses too. The many weak men of Oren have proven they are all talk and no bite, their horsemen are also appalling in combat.

[dmitris 391]

“WAAAAAAAAGH!” Grubgok’Ogr would scream a ferocious warcry, before preparing to feast upon the corpses of his enemies.

[Diddyski 132]

Red Roger grumbles with rage hearing of the news!

"Ye want ta war ta be over! Nae let ta Adria n land be taken!"

Red would then take up arms

"Ta war be personal now! And f***in time ta finish ta war! Belvitz Roads Take Me 'home!!"

[HurferDurfer1 2979]

List listlessly ambles about Helena, forlorn in that he had missed such a fight. He longed for battle for no man of the AIS had ever stood before him and lived.

[BardMainHere 310]

Fethis raises an eyebrow, wondering how the Orenians possibly lost a 350v200. Fethis hands in his gavel and robe, taking up the mantle of a soldier once more. "The Orenians should prepare for losses akin to this one." He says, chuckling. 

[Elite Snipes 3563]

Targoth and Wargoth Korgahk’Gorkil the Honorable would simply chuckle seeing this “Even wif more Numbaz dah AIS haz more Cunnin agh zkill dan the retreatin agh zkillezz Recruits dey blah ‘Soldiers’. Dah Spirits hab blessed Krugmar, agh dah AIS wif Victory agh may wi Bring glory agh Honor to Ehnrok agh Krug! WAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!