THE FOLLY OF PHILIP III

[Elite Snipes 3542]

 

THE FOLLY OF PHILIP III

The sun rose above the Urguan mountains, where radiantly warm rays of sun shone upon the ranks of the tripartite army. A mass of Tripartite warriors nearing the twenty thousand mark assembled by the front gates of the newly built Grudgefort, preparing for the battle against the Orenian invaders to come.

Noon struck, and a domineering horn sounded as the commanders of the Tripartite alliance stepped in front of their forces to lead them to an assured triumph. Led by Durorn Ireheart, Bakir Ireheart and Grigori Vyronov, the army of the alliance marched forth, clattering swords to shields and resonant boots to the gravel of the warzone, off to meet the Orenian force.

The sun of the eve reflected off the armor of the Imperial State Army, their ranks vastly outnumbered by the tripartite forces. Yet, as the general saw the opposing army advance, he sounded that his Orenian fodder marched in adversary, both armies clashing between the nearby boats of the fleet and mountain range of the East.

As they advanced each other, Durorn ordered several volleys of arrows to be let loose onto Philip III’s army before breathing into the war horn once more, sallying a charge towards Orens forces.
A deafening sound of war cries was heard from the charging army of the tripartite, slamming into the unexpecting ranks of the ISA. For a while the fighting was even as each army clashed, filling the air with the sounds of axes hitting shields and swords crashing against armor.

After a while the ISA grew weary and began to grow fatigued, the men of Blackvale attempted to reinforce the frontlines of the ISA, but there was no chance of turning the battle back around. The ranks of the dwarves, humans and orcs quickly cut through Blackvales reinforcements whilst the Ferrymen slew those cowardly enough to flee.


Orenian bodies littered the ground along eastfleet all the way to Southbridge, their blood soaking into the sea, making the water look like pure Haenseti wine. As the remaining alliance army returned to their camp inside the great grudgefort and prepared for a great feast, all the world knew the folly of Philip III and they will know that–
 

 We are coming for you.

 

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GGs

 

Edited April 3, 2022 by Elite Snipes

[xMuted 2459]

Kronk 'The Grand' Stormheart would slam his axe into the desk of his office. "LET ET BEH KNOHWN TAT WEH SHALL SLAUGHTAH EVEREH ORENIAN TAT GETS EN OUR WAY JUST LOIKEH WEH HAVE BEFOREH, NARVAK OZ URGUAN!" The Grand Marshal shouted out for all of Urguan to hear.

[wowj 2742]

Gillriik'Ungri hides in the crows-nest 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRh-dzrI4Z4

[Tabby64 1295]

Just now, wowj said:

Gillriik'Ungri hides in the crows-nest 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRh-dzrI4Z4

Durin Hammerforge Hopes the mighty Gillriik will join him in the next battle

[sciencepants2 328]

As Sionnach made her way back north once again, a strange dwarven song hung in the air around the Adunic fighters, the words 'buttercup' hanging in the icy air...

 

 

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great battle lads, cant wait for the next one

 

[Pyrite 192]

An aged Waldenian man cusses up a storm on his families ship! He lost his bets about the war...

[burntgoosebuns 282]

"I slew nine of 'em all on my lonesome," Ruina comments, soaked in crimson, none of it her own.

[Sidnerius 9]

Thulmyr would clean the blood off of his axe and smile, looking forward to more battles to come.

 

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[UnusualBrit 2050]

“Victoreh.” Aghal Frostbeard snarled, his body covered with umri blood.

[L0rdLawyer 2271]

Hu-din ties his shoe and spots this missive stuck to the bottom of it. The orc picks up the paper, smiling as he sees the krugmar banner and recycles the missive. 

[LionHeart24 43]

Eirika Ireheart holds up the missive, waving it about Urguan’s bustling tavern “Yeh hear taht lads! Drinks on meh!”

[Shiredom 1545]

"Who shall bet on in this?" Peralien asks to the skies.

[AstriaS 3679]

Casimira, who had been relegated to keeping an eye on the situation from afar, gave a singular nod of approval. "All according to plan!" She remarked, before then pointing at one of the beautifully painted miniatures on the table in front of her. "What does this one with the horns do?"

[Terry 1859]

The now old, retired-King sighed from his cabin in the cold mountains as he returned, taking his dented and blood-splatted armor off piece by piece, cursing as his golem legs withered in and out from the many hits they received.

“Certainleh ah longbeard now, nae doubt about et…” He’d think to himself, as he pulled his hair free and braided his very gray beard once more. He’d relive the memories of the battlefield as he went to pour himself a drink, remembering the smiles and cheers of joy once victory had been achieved once again.

 

Once his drink had been had, he’d say to himself again as he sat slowly, a pained expression covering his face as he sat. 
 

“Teh plan es comin’ teh fruition… o’I promised Urguan o’I wouldn’t leave et in worse shape t’en et was when o’I found et, an’ o’I’m happy we’ve managed teh accomplish such.” He’d offer a look over to his collection of photographs, smiling when he eyed the final one. 

 

“Soon meh ol’ friend… soon o’I can finalleh rest, an’ see yeh once ag’in…” He’d whisper, as he reclined, going to take a lovely rest.

[Crymson 481]

Theroden raises a tankard to victory after the battle  “The cowardly Horenites  have learned a costly lesson. This is far from over. Back to Lower Petra we go.”

Edited April 3, 2022 by Crymson