AmazingAzura 212 Popular Post Share Posted April 3, 2022 Through a Soldier's Eyes Doomsday The haeseni people had flourished out of their houses. Chants echoed past the city walls and clamoring reached a young soldier’s ears. Through a glass paned window, a Haeseni oathedman peered at the bustling market of Karosgrad. “EA SAY FER, DU SAY SAVOY.” A voice said through the crowd of soldiers, women, and men. The oathedman looked to the newly installed shops of Karosgrad. There, a large rally of around one hundred and fifty soldiers of Sedan raised their fists as they gathered around the Prince Lucien of Savoy. Throughout the square, roars and shouts shivered the market carts. “KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM!” The soldiers said about their cheers. As the allies shouted about, the oatheman’s brain had finally been rattled, “The day had come to defend…” – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Among the Battlefield Arrows soared through the bright blue sky across Eastfleet. The overwhelming projectiles from the Tripartite Coalition swarmed the Imperial Army. The oathedman strung back his bow, shooting high across the battlefield where his ferrum-tipped arrows struck down the unfortunate Orenians. Upon the command of Grigori Vyronov, Durorn Ireheart, Grand King Bakir Ireheart, and Prince Lucien, the forces of the Coalition charged forth towards South Bridge. Among the rally, the Haeseni oathedman charged forward with sword in hand. His blade clashed forth onto the Imperial soldiers, slicing across the plated army. His brothers of the Coalition violently cut down the numbers whilst the Imperial forces fought back with all their might. The Haeseni soldier looked to his plated feet. His visor gazed down at the bloodied, cold, and solemn bodies of men and women who fought bravely for their nation. “WE ARE WINNING!” Grand King Bakir Ireheart shouted across the battlefield. The oathedman looked aloft, his eyes gazed across Eastfleet. It was true, the Orenian forces had been further cut down, their bodies lying cold on the soil. “FINISH THEM OFF!” Bakir shouted once again. At that, roars echoed across the allied forces of the Tripiarte Coalition. Their blades pierced through the Orenians at a rapid pace while the oathedman grew a smile. It didn’t take long until the Imperial rally had been reduced to only those who played dead inside the corpses. That day, the Coalition had defended their land. At that, the oathedman roared in triumph. “The imperials are dead, we claim victory!” – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – A Day of Celebration “KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM!” The drunken oathedman said. There he sat in the tavern sharing drinks with his brotherhood. Cheers roared through the Capital City of Karosgrad, “To the palace!” A noble called to those in the market. “The koeng has a speech!” A joyful crowd rushed into the palace, attempting to find a seat in the throne room. Barely did the oathedman listen to the Koeng, all he knew was that day was a day of victory for the Coalition. With a starting rally of 18,200 for the Coalition and 11,700 for the Imperial Army, the Imperials managed to survive with only 100 left alive. Truly a victory for the forces of the Tripiarte. “This is one of many victories we will claim!” The oathedman raised a fist, the rest following the motion shortly after. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – . Spoiler 60 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Salvius 347 Share Posted April 3, 2022 (edited) Nina Svetlana let out a soft sigh as she hung her sword, the engraving of the Haeseni Crow upon it's pommel. "And so the job is finished... For now at least." Edited April 3, 2022 by Salvius 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Borin 5260 Share Posted April 3, 2022 bishop viktor prays to GOD, thankful that He saved Gillriik'Ungri, Hero of Eastfleet, Olog of his flock 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Milenkhov 4529 Share Posted April 3, 2022 Lucien sustains and delivers wound to his adversaries. The day had been won, a crushing victory at the behest of united men of virtue adhered to GOD, he returns then, body aching, battered, bruised and bloodied. Jaw clenched as he mutters prayers to aid him in the tribulations to come. A bottle of Carrion Black in company of poetry granted in a remarkable tome gifted by Borris, the Lord Kortrevich kept him company in that stormy night. "No, now it ends." 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
__Stal27 262 Share Posted April 3, 2022 (edited) In front of him a scorched battlefield littered with the dead and dying. Hundreds of tangled bodies strewn across the field. Horses among them. So thick and twisted they carpet the sodden earth. A deformed mass. Bloody, black and brown. Eugen Barclay walks along the field. Broad shouldered. A cape of fur over leather and chain mail. He walks laboured. "Ist Providence next?" The Barclay would inquire, to no one in particular as he wiped blood away from his cheek. Edited April 3, 2022 by __Stal27 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HurferDurfer1 2584 Share Posted April 3, 2022 Battle Butler Candle returns home to Haense tired and dirty but victorious, having proven his worth fighting in the very foremost vanguard, unhearing of the apparently many screaming commands for him to withdraw. He would fight on with a fierce tenacity till the very end of the battle where he would count himself amongst the victors. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DearConnorMurphy 189 Share Posted April 3, 2022 Amicia de Joannes proudly returned to her new home in Sedan. As she changed from her armor into a dress, she could not help but notice a bruise on the side of her ribs. "Ea can niet believe this is all they can do." She chuckled to herself, tightening her corset and going out to celebrate the Triparte's massive victory. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Harbinger 336 Share Posted April 4, 2022 Glod solemnly begins to carefully arrange the corpses of the battlefield, so that families could at least find who they lost. "Rest in piece lad. Not yer fault yer king dinnae give a shite about yer." He says to a decapitated Orenian corpse. He carefully places the head with the body, and continues his grim goal. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tcs_tonsils_ 2829 Share Posted April 4, 2022 Borris Iver Kortrevich sat upon the balcony of Jerovitz, his back against the wall and his leg swinging off the side. Borris scribbled away in his journal, pausing every so often to look up into the clouds. He closed his book, then tossed it through the open doorway as the rain began to fall. Each drop that hit is face caused him to flinch. “Perhaps everything es truly over now.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
thesmellypocket 1841 Share Posted April 6, 2022 "Only 100 left alive? Never did I hear the like in the Chronicles - how terrible a war!" Exclaims Pius. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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