A Decisive Blow

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A Decisive Blow

9th of Jula ag Piov, 433 E.S.

[!] A depreciation of the Battle of Acre, first major skirmish of the War. 

 

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Naumariav Skriptsiya

 

Ve spunzi run rot, ve unvit letna paratav g nod dercurvoer feinvrag ag komyn. 

Specks i tuosk littna ve kvesja, briekev vesja scattev klonav lisoemsk jeveki

Wyzoren batet ag briekev, tzwae nat ve kholv kvesja niedy va shek razmal. 

Asere haurulaemavr supaes saskev, ve karos iv tieg zygaj auwen baucsk va zakisk. 

 

Ag dak supae oeer voed, tiz griskas yuivaj nat zygaj zvaerd ag duyv,

Ohnsba, dylevar ag czsen, drizmy bracae oberei supaes duske va shek. 

Ag tiz ohne fibna iv supaes poschtol bonz usaer voer apskel,

Usaer naatsker tiz such furosket, ter ain gocz auwen voed nauveni.  

 

Ve fitsk i poschtol oae bartna, ain bottel uderzk dlum uderzk,

Azie ve estamo viktir musjka oe czak, auwen tieg auwen ve hag,

Asere fitsker spege dzeb, gauntev ve oxtzen iv zwien. 

Wann ve hag set, wann ve feinvrag kafskae ag viktye iv tow

 

Wszyr derij erre ve lot, zwy oe wjeik ve loe vy. 

Ag dlum ve lot, ain lot oae dercurvoer, ain Haeseni vikty wiem ve raedeg. 

Ain ditev stepj, ve bottel von, ag many wiehr schyzczi follow pujdae. 

Hegvar, iv pruset oxt, asere serzst oe sivtna, dak asere eipaemavr forevna naf zegiez

 

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Common Script

 

The fields run red, the oozing streaks parading from fallen foe and friend.

Specks of death litter the dirt, splintered weaponry scattered around like trash.

Those battered and broken, lying upon the cold muck never to rise again.

We know their sacrifice, the honor in which each one needed to defend.

 

And so it was done, with grips tight upon each sword and shield,

Everyone, man and woman, boldly taking up their duty to stand.

And with every fiber in their strengthened bones they did appeal,

They attacked with such ferocity, not a single one did yield. 

 

The clashing of might was exchanged, a battle blow for blow,
Until the clear victor might be shown, one which won the day,

We fought our way through, cleaving the soldiers in two.

And as the day reached its end, we came home with the victory in tow.

 

First impressions make the lot, this is as the saying goes.

And for the lot, a lot was slain, a Haeseni victory at the ready.

A critical step, the battle won, and many more will follow.

However, in waging war, we must be swift, so we keep forever on our toes.

 

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Signed,

Borris Iver Kortrevich KML,

Battle-Bard of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl