THE SIEGE OF HAVERLOCK

[Rig 17591]

The Siege of Haverlock

 

 

Spoiler

 

 

“Let it be known that no traitor to the Empire shall draw breath as long as I remain your sovereign. Let the coming storm be the lesson for those who would stand against us. Damnatio memoriae!”

 Philip III, Holy Orenian Emperor

 

The Imperial Palace

 

The Emperor Philip III and Empress Anastasia were flocked to the war room by their advisors. In their number, Archchancellor Joseph d’Azor, Vice Chancellor Henry Penton, the Prince of Providence, Prince Gaspard van Aert and General Erik var Ruthern. Another assortment of knights, Ferrymen and Blackvale bannermen stood close-by, whilst the esteemed Fourth Brigade guarded their Emperor with vigilance. The Battle of Lower Petra had been a resounding victory for the Army Group Center. It was a field battle that had seen the Grand Kingdom of Urguan beat back from the doorstep of the Empire. Outnumbered, the Army Group Center had persevered. Generalisimo Hugo van Aert arrived at the meeting fashionably late, addressing the Emperor politely before taking his seat beside the Prince of Blackvale. 

 

Upon the table rested a game of chess that was part-way played through, one side representing the Army Group Center consisting of the Empire, Blackvale and Ferrymen upon one praxis as Urguan remained upon the other. Curiously, the alleged queen of Urguan’s side had already been removed from the board. Emperor Philip offered the Baron of Krajia a pensive glance, appearing mildly amused. Baron Dima Cato answered simply, “The Dowager Duchess of Adria has been missing from the field.” The Warboss of the Sons of Nagg, Fishbref, chortled darkly from his thick jaw, his tusks protruding and rising up and down with his head as he echoed his amusement. Invaluable to the war effort, the Orc snubbed out his cactus green cigar against an ashtray. 

 

With an amused laugh, the Emperor steered his gaze back to all those gathered, as the room now lay deep in calm discussion about upcoming events. It had seemed to them now as though they were debating business as usual rather than war, the room was so serene, like an eloquent debutante of words yielding answers that would guide the rest of the war effort. “It is clear now.” Philip III declared, “That we shall make them yield. This sordid affair shall not end until once again, we have taken the land that was stolen from us. All who acted against the Empire shall face punitive judgment.” Thus, the Declaration of Haverlock was drafted, outlining.

 

Declaration of Haverlock

 

Army Group Center shall march upon Haverlock, the garrison of the Sedanese collaborationists, rebels and thieves. We shall rout the Grand Kingdom of Urguan again and take back the lands that were unrightfully taken from our citizens, who have toiled now for four-years without their ancestral homes, which were unlawfully razed and occupied as the domains of foreign interlopers.

 

Let us remind you that the so-called Fidei Defensor, at the behest of foreign powers, sought to assail and subjugate a Canonist nation. Innumerable lives have been lost to this effort, the death of Canonists proportionately higher than the deaths of nonhumans due to the ongoing battle between Orenians and Haeseni. The nonhumans who conspired alongside the cleric, Yaromir, to attempt sedition and to install a new puppet government in Providence. Yaromir’s deception culminated in his doom. Upon failing to install a despot and faux-Johannian junta, the ignoble houses of man who lifted their swords for Yaromir’s godless cause spurned the Crown, acting instead to fight Oren at the behest of the Tsar of Urguan upon that wicked priest’s demise.

 

These men shall not be named, for they are men no longer; human in name only, anathema to Oren and cast from the flock of Ex. Godfrey. 

 

Signed,

 

Philip III

 

Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Adria, and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera

 

Anastasia I

 

Holy Orenian Empress, forever August, Queen of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duchess of Ves, Duchess of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Adria, and Lorraine, Baroness of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera

 

WARCLAIM

 

Wargoal: 

Haverlock, Sedan

 

Date:
TBD

 

Attackers: 

 

The Holy Orenian Empire

 

Blackvale

 

The Ferrymen

Sons of Nagg

 

Defenders:

 

The Grand Kingdom of Urguan

 

Norland

 

Siege:

 

The capital of Sedan, Haverlock.

[Taketheshot 3834]

Joseph d'Azor grinned brightly, he awaited eagerly to bring doom to the evil Urugani and their sedanian pets. Perhaps they wouldnt run this time?

[Buffsanta 961]

The Captain of the Imperial Cavalry chuckles from his office, gesturing for his right hand man Ensign Gendik to hand him a riding crop and cavalry sabre

"Spiffing eh Jacker? Lets win a bloody war."

[Da_Emperors 1987]

The Prince would continue to spare alongside his Uncle as he crossed his blade hoping to disarm him. It would seem his attempt did not succeed as he looked to Ivan. “Uncle, again — it must be perfected so I can take more of them on!” He moved to try the drill once again. 

 

@Shmeepicus

[Karrse 99]

Edmund d’Azor gets ready to rally against an army lacking a Queen 

[JokerLow 1317]

"Just give up already, we've humiliated you enough at Petra." says a wise ferryman.

[Franczhiz 4438]

Corporal Joseph Clement de Sarkozy would smile on such. "How the trebuchets of our Imperial Army shall crush the rebels!"

[kuerbis 3802]

Laurentina prepares bandages, whiskey and tippens root. She's doing her part. Are you?

[megavoltar 1635]

A certain war-mongering poltergeist was keen on this conflict and its resulting affairs.  As he stared towards a particular place of interest among his kin, he began forming a strategy.

 

He didn't talk to an empty room, however, but in his enraged state he began to form a malignant twitch of a mouth, before erupting into a call, the call of the Shedites (and horrific undead anomalies).

 

"I WANT MY DAMN SHED BACK!!! "

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

Spoiler

 

 

The Blood-Legions mobilized in force, holding themselves in a disciplined excitement uncharacteristic to the urrukim. Snagas toiled in and out of the caves and camp surrounding their lair--- weapons and armor were forged with haste, and guzzoline was being siphoned and prepared en masse for their troops. The ground rumbled as ologs were set to work preparing large pieces of siege weaponry under goblin supervision. Word was sent to the elven hoplites, who had performed beyond and above their station in the previous battle.

 

A lone uruk, clad in darkened ferrum plate, convened with Fishbref ( @herculean_wud ) by a fire that raged within the confines of Mokh-Leyd.

"Everyfing appears tuh be in order, boss. Soon, da Sons of Nagg will march wiff da 'umiez. All on latz word."

[wolfdwg 2677]

 

Arn, now anointed Master of the Horse for his feats at the Battle of Lower Peta, would sigh. "Guess you'll have to stay in the stables, eh?" he'd pat the side of his horse before going to survey the lands around Sedan. The sight of the Tripartite's future tomb.

[Shmeepicus 4220]

 

Ivan var Ruthern sighed from the walls of Reutov. "It wouldn't have stopped with Southbridge- it would have continued. It's us-.. or it's them. I choose them- for all the Imperial blood they have spilled- all the men who I have served with. The Dwarves and their ill kin the Sedanites- they will pay for blood with blood- though the blood we spill of theirs will be immeasurable. Already, some seventeen thousand bodies lie upon the fields of Petra- and some seventeen thousand more will join their comrades in the dirt."

 

Later in the day, Ivan was found sparring with his nephew as he riposted the Prince's attack. "Patience- all you need is patience. Wait for vyr opponent to slip up- then vy strike." He offered, lowering his sparring sword into a neutral stance before allowing him to continue.

@Da_Emperors

[SortedJarhead 817]

Lars the dung farmer considers immigrating to this Sedan, as he suspects the demand for removing dung from pants is high right now. While Lars lacks a formal education or knowledge in the fields of economics, he sure knows the dung market.

 

"Little known fact" Lars would comment "the dung business is not going anywhere. Actually, the market for quality dung is at an all time high. And his Imperial Majesty's campaign against the dwarves has offered me a steady supply of soiled pantaloons."

 

[Drew2_dude 2636]

Andrik Baruch would growl, “easy win. Simple as.” Quietly at night in his prayers he too would hope his sky god would be graced with outer worldly treasure like many before him to fight for Iblees and the Kingdom of Oren.

[kujo_ 2510]

30 minutes ago, Shmeepicus said:

Ivan var Ruthern sighed from the walls of Reutov. "It wouldn't have stopped with Southbridge- it would have continued. It's us-.. or it's them. I choose them- for all the Imperial blood they have spilled- all the men who I have served with. The Dwarves and their ill kin the Sedanites- they will pay for blood with blood- though the blood we spill of theirs will be immeasurable. Already, some seventeen thousand bodies lie upon the fields of Petra- and some seventeen thousand more will join their comrades in the dirt."

 

"Brother, could you monologue elsewhere?" Konstantin asked over his bowl of cereal at the table.