12th of snows maiden 1766

[Mikes Rhino 451]

It was the 12th of Snow’s Maiden 1766, on a cold, snowy winter’s eve when most imperial men would be with their families and loved ones, flocked together in their fire-lit homes. The soldiers of the Hound and the bannermen of the house Ludovar were not ordinary men. As the night wore on, huddled forms of cloak-swathed men could be seen crossing the blighted tundra near where Curon had once stood, silhouetted by the occasional lantern that dotted imperial roads. It had been but mere hours since word had reached Johnstown, tales that told of many Nordling bandits- most on horseback- coldly robbing and killing women, and children on the roads as they returned from Sunday school. Reynault, known to be anything but a haughty man, confided in Frederick Ludovar; one of his closest and most trusted allies. After some time of deliberation and planning, the two men rallied their forces and were soon prowling into the Nordling lands under the cover of darkness.  

 

While Nordling leadership had never been renowned for their tactical prowess, they were not bereft of competent rank and file, and soon a dutiful sentry spotted the advancing party!  There they were shortly met by a MASSIVE Nordling horde, many of them the same ones guilty of ordering and committing the horrible atrocities committed earlier on Imperial roads. The Northmen were outnumbered by the Nordlings, but the Northlander’s hearts were filled with zeal, a craving to avenge the many innocent who were felled by the Nordlings’ swords and axes.  Reynault and Frederick quickly ordered their men into the shield wall formation as the Nordling horde blindly charged forward into them, their horses’ hooves shaking the very earth they all stood on. The enemies’ horses were fast- abnormally fast- and many of them would certainly be damned by the sky gods.

 

 

The initial charge was brutal, leaving many Northmen and Nordling alike dead, but the passion the Northmen had in their hearts was unmatched. Suddenly, the battered Northmen began DESTROYING the Nordling army, slaying their cavalry and infantry alike. Was it their ardor, training, or superior command? None of them could say for certain, but such a devastating victory could only have been delivered in part by GOD. Reinvigorated by their renewed momentum, the Northmen charged forward, slaying any of those disciplined or brave enough to hold their ground. The rest ran, many of them cut down by withering crossbow fire. 

 

And with that, the wounded Hound and Ludovar men marched back to Haense bloodied, bruised, and beaten- some of them even dead, soon to be buried under Canon law. Despite their many injuries and wounds, travelers reported seeing these men marching with smiles on their faces, for these men were brave men, men willing to give their lives without hesitation, so that the innocent and meek may live in peace.

[Christ 939]

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[seannie 7443]

"Only a matter of time till a war starts." Sigismund muttered upon hearing of another Hound and Co victory, his gaze set towards the east.