wolfdwg 1497 Popular Post Share Posted February 19, 2022 The Sacking of Haverlock7th Tobias' Bounty, 1860 Spoiler https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ma-WJUidpRU&ab_channel=StuartChatwood “No quarter for the craven! After them!” Arn van Art, Battle of Haverlock A crisp early morning dawned on the 7th, for the air would have been still and quiet if not for the hundreds of voices crying their voices over the engines of war. The sky was clear, save for the dark round shapes that occasionally pierced the cyan color screeching towards their quarry. The walls of Haverlock were under siege. To the city’s northside lay the Imperial Siege Camp. It bustled as men and women of the Imperial State Army set to the task of tending to their siegeworks. Ditches were dug, latrines made, and armaments tended to, they numbered fourteen thousand and eighty men. Opposite the field were the city walls belonging to the squatters of Haverlock. Atop the battlements crawled the forces of the Coalition, numbering around twelve thousand and eighty men. Hugo van Aert, the Field Marshal of the Imperial Forces cried out and let loose the payload that now slammed into the already crumbling walls of Haverlock. The symphony of heels introduced with a crescendo of bladesong, rang out in tandem with the beautiful harmonies of armor and a chorus of shouting, singing, and cadence. The men of the Ferrymen Company and the Renatians of the County of Blackvale surged from the Imperial camp and rounded the western flank. There they met fierce resistance from the wall’s defenders as the coalition forces put a valiant and dogged resistance to the hardened mercenaries as they had attempted to scale with ladders and breach into the city. It was then a second bugle cried out from the Imperial Camp. Out came charging the men and women of the Imperial Brigades. Soldiers from New Providence and Archisdorf howled as they sailed upon the northern walls that had been waylaid by the bombardment. Here only a handful of the defenders still stood as most of them had gone after the distracting mercenaries and veterans. Coalition soldiers began to flee into the city panicking that they’d been outflanked from the west. It wasn’t long before the men and women of Blackvale and the Ferrymen had descended into the city after the fleeing craven. Soon the defense on the Northern wall shattered solely due to attrition as the vast brigades had outnumbered the northern defenders, slaughtering all to a man. Before long, the opposition lay either slain or under the corpses of their own - hiding from their invaders with less integrity than their revered dead. Women wept, sorrow flooding the streets for now fatherless children were to be brought up in the tarnished soils of Haverlock. Yet for all this sensation of melancholy, it was nothing to compare for the beautiful uproar of those victorious. Imperial colors were hosted above the city as it was pillaged and set to the torch. The squatters had been evicted, the enemies of Oren sent screaming in terror back to their homelands with tens of thousands of dead, and no gains to show for their agression they had enacted upon the Orenian people. Lower Petra has been liberated, and soon the homelands of the coalition will feel the wrath of the dragon. Ave Oren, Ave Renatus, Ave Humanity! Spoiler Beginning Oren - 146 Coalition - 128 End Oren - 117 (Losses 29) Coalition - 7 (Losses 121) 53 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karrse 99 Share Posted February 19, 2022 Edmund d'Azor cheers the Imperial victory, being apart of the forces that sent the coalition army scattering. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
panda_second 154 Share Posted February 19, 2022 "Ave Oren!" A red goblin screamed to his friends. "Mi hope mi friends wil cum back frum skygod abuse" He frowned 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Esterlen 4462 Share Posted February 19, 2022 The red-clad dark elf, Drelyth Remnevani, had been stationed to the Duke of Azor’s bodyguard during the siege. He was the only combatant among this particular group who practiced the sorcerous arts, and so it fell to the ashen-skinned adept to monitor and ward off any hexes that might be cast on the Empire’s first minister, should they have deployed mages. There were a few wizards on the Urguanite side, but none of them had particular interest in going after Azor, which proved a relief to Remnevani. He was a huge man to protect. The Army Group Center administrator who had assigned him to this station had woefully underestimated how many sorcerers it would need to protect the Duke from any serious magicians. With that much surface area to cover, Drelyth estimated around three, and three considerably better at their craft than he was. “Tally-ho, men! Over the breach!” screamed the corpulent Archchancellor from atop his palanquin, his fieldmarshal’s baton flailing around, clasped by fat fingers. Out of the corner of his red eyes, Remnevani could see a dwarven infantryman approaching the palanquin. A glint of orange was visible across the dark elf’s face as he connected to the void, and a few moments later, an immensely-fast fireball shot out of a flourish of his grey right hand. The dwarf, who was hit square in the chest, fell down into a ditch created by wanton cannonfire. 19 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nectorist 7424 Share Posted February 19, 2022 Philip III surveys the ruins of Haverlock, his armor dented, his hammer bloodied, and his face bruised. It had been a tough-fought battle, but finally the Lower Petra had been liberated. 15 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HIGH_FIRE 4124 Share Posted February 19, 2022 Duncan would clean blood of his armour screaming "RETRIBUTION YOU HAIRY FAT HALFLING WANNABES!" He would pick up a sword before plunging it into another Dwarf who was hanging onto dear life with a chuckle 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Franczhiz 4078 Share Posted February 19, 2022 Lord Corporal Sir Joseph Clement de Sarkozy saluted the soldiers he fought alongside with. "GOD has blessed us with victory! May He send those who have been trying to invade us straight to the Void and might the fire that is now burning within Sedan consume the souls of the enemy. AVE ORENIA." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
KBR 1484 Share Posted February 19, 2022 Sir Anastasios Basrid smiles the sun's smile, another victory for Oren. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
grnappa 1230 Share Posted February 19, 2022 Sir Erik Othaman looked about the scattered dead as he felled one such stout atop the wooden pillbox. As the flames of war subsided, he let out a breath of fresh air as he sighed of relief. He survived yet another battle, but would there be more to come."Vy have given me wings, Tiberius @Eddywilson2. Guide me to the next fight." 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoshBright 2104 Share Posted February 19, 2022 Jarad would walk to his tavern and smile once again "Home sweet home..." he said tearing up 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Taketheshot 3834 Share Posted February 19, 2022 Joseph d'Azor lowered himself from the walls into the city as Army Group Center strode forth, the man hurriedly followed the enemy with others firing crossbows into fleeing Sedanian scum. "Lets go boys! Six days in Haverlock!" The man shouted as they began fierce urban combat. Spoiler 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ryanark 1976 Share Posted February 19, 2022 "Ave Renatus." uttered the blood-stricken Emiel van Aert, who left the battle with many scars and bruises to knead out. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MailC3p 1159 Share Posted February 19, 2022 Baron Arthur screamed in victory as the final remnants of coalition forces was killed in the holdings of the small yet impossible to break into wooden box, he removed his helmet so that he could see once again, his entire suit of armor, as well as his sword, was covered in blood. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Da_Emperors 1986 Share Posted February 19, 2022 The Prince of Providence would stand amongst his comrades, allies, and fellow Orenians as he overlooked the battlefield. Peter opened his canteen to pour water to his face — washing dried and fresh blood alike off his face. “To the Empire and the allies! We have restored what was rightfully ours.” He screamed, his blade to the air for moments longer. The loud cheers of the victory would echo around. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gambit 964 Share Posted February 19, 2022 Winchester would wonder if this the land could be used for his capitalist agenda. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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