Masouri 2131 Popular Post Share Posted December 4, 2021 ━━┛ ✠ ┗━━ First Blood upon Saint James ━━┓ ✠ ┏━━ Years have passed since the renowned names of Utak and Durorn Ireheart were spoken of freely, and in glory. Legends come as soon as they may pass from the mountain, just as I and Utak have. Our purpose was fulfilled in the eyes of Yemekar. Now, the Orenian lobster bellies declare war against my kin, the kin who my axe has been sworn to since the day of my first breath. Battles since the declaration have been unforeseen and too close for us to rest easily. From deep within the mountains we return, axe and shield in hand, as we bear a proclamation of our own - the Orenian wig wearers shall bleed, and we shall not. My kin and I thereby marched upon the new city of Orenia; Saint James. We knew our numbers to be short, but in this shortage, we are redeemed through centuries of prowess on the battlefield. Do they not remember the coalition on Arcas? Their skin saved by the Inferi. By standing at their gate, Orenia was fated to be at their own death’s door - turmoil sealed in this war. An Orenian man was halted on their bridge and soon the Imperial State Army came marching. Twelve thousand three hundred stood in the wake of the Dwed, quivering akin to lobsters fresh out of water and into a boiling pot. They were foolish enough to not immediately begin in their charge, yet the recruits were far too occupied in strapping on their tin helmets and uttering prayers. As a consequence, Urguani reinforcements marched to Saint James, one thousand strong. This alongside the rest made up for a fight of twelve hundred Urguani forces strong, and twenty-three hundred shaky Orenian pot-bellies. Slaughter swiftly ensued as the first crack of hooves sounded outside of Saint James and to the latter end of the halted bridge. First blood was shed against Saint James on the eve, pikes clashing against their untrained, imbecile cavalrymen and axes effortlessly crumbling the bones of men. Their armour weak, but their minds twofold in delicacy. These soldiers were ailing drunkards in tin suits, conscripted to an already terminal cause, and they knew it. Orenian cavalry only continued to fall, as the clueless footman continued to skirmish the gifted Dwed in great contrast. As blood continued to spill outside of Saint James, the Orenians realized it to be their own - jaws dropped wide and shook, similarly to the local crack lover who slept on the streets of Urguan. Fleeing into their city after the beholding of their own slaughter, only one brave Dwed man fell to the jaws of death. As the cravens of Saint James slammed one of their gates shut and spent a good half of the hour, chasing him within their own city. All knew for certain past this point, one Dwed had sacrificed him in the eyes of Dungrimm, while Saint James suffered their first defeat. Their casualties amassed to eleven-hundred, yet their spirit crumbled to naught but nil. Let this be known as the return of the People’s King Durorn Ireheart - and let it also be known, this will be the first blood shed of many. Signed, Durorn Ireheart, Elder of Clan Ireheart, Grand Champion, People’s King of Urguan 53 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnonymousAlexa 3877 Share Posted December 4, 2021 Elsil’Ceru grinned smugly as she cleansed her waraxe of Imperial blood. “Let this be the first of many victories upon their new soil.” 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mika1278 2689 Share Posted December 4, 2021 An Old Sutican Guard smiles as they returned home, giving a salute to his comrades before such "Till the next battle we meet" 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Monkee 7356 Share Posted December 4, 2021 Thorrak "Mongke" Ireheart collects the four wigs he had earned. He ties them to his beard, which flows lusciously to the ground. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dogged 2129 Share Posted December 4, 2021 Leopold clenches a cloth looking to Peter, "You should've seen me." He moved the cloth down the blade cleaning it from all the blood. @Blake0205 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Elite Snipes 3542 Share Posted December 4, 2021 Bakir Ireheart smiled as the kin of Yavok lead Urguan forces to victory over the careless Orenian soldiers. “It keeps getting better and better. We shall be relentless against these Wig Wearing humans” 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
D3F4LT 611 Share Posted December 4, 2021 "Its aboot t'e friends we made along t'e wae" 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
UnusualBrit 2061 Share Posted December 4, 2021 “Foolish Wig-Wearers t’ought dey could best Utak ‘Der Scourge o’ Oren’ Ire’eart?” Gildroc mused in his exile in Haense. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crymson 481 Share Posted December 4, 2021 A certain mercenary chuckles, muttering a phrase from a forgotten past war. "ISA...ISA. How many babies did you slay today? Sounds like not so many these days. You struggle in real fights." 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Legoboy7984 2441 Share Posted December 4, 2021 Agnar Ireheart smiles upon hearing of the outcome at St. James within his command office. Good, I s'all send a letter to me cousin to congratulate 'is success on d'e assault. D'is is only d'e beginnin'. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HIGH_FIRE 4118 Share Posted December 5, 2021 Duncan reads the missive and chuckles to himself “Wow, one battle and they act like they’ve won the war… these boastful propaganda posts are all too similar” he mutters relaxing in his bed in his undisclosed location. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shmeepicus 3942 Share Posted December 5, 2021 Ivan var Ruthern applauds the omnipresent powers of the Ireheart clan, genuinely wondering how they knew what fate had befallen their Dwarven friend within the Capital of Oren, or how long it took. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
cappor 545 Share Posted December 5, 2021 Iscesi read upon the missive soon after his return to Urguan from the battlefield, "An outnumbered fight more than one-to-two shouldn't be lost by the so, mighty empire. This is only the first" He scoffed, setting his just recent Orenien-gained armor in his Urguani home. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mickaelhz 3832 Share Posted December 5, 2021 1 minute ago, Shmeepicus said: Ivan var Ruthern applauds the omnipresent powers of the Ireheart clan, genuinely wondering how they knew what fate had befallen their Dwarven friend within the Capital of Oren, or how long it took. Utak Ireheart uses this statistic to calculate the market value of a singular dwarf. He'd come to the conclusion that despite being half the size of a man, a singular dwarf is worth 11 Orenians. "A worthy investment." 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xergarok 297 Share Posted December 5, 2021 Grimdal Irongut took off his metal mask, swiping off sweat as he read the missive as he took a seat. "All guud 'n well," he commented, appreciating the martial arts of his kin as he wrote in his book. "But wot dah fok makes t'es Ireheart dah People's King? Per'aps sumfin tuh luuk entuh..." he grunted, collecting his ancient warpick as he headed outside. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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