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The Battle of Númenost


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ON THE BATTLE OF NÚMENOST

Issued the 12th of the Sun’s Smile, in the Year 151 of the Second Age


 


BY THE WILL AND AUTHORITY OF THE WHITE THRONE

 

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    Let it be known to all that the valiant defense of our fair capital has been a stunning success; the spectral host has been DEFEATED. As before, the foul beings came with the storm’s wind, and scaled the precipitous cliff at Númenost’s western face. But this time, the Númenedain and our allies stood prepared. When first they reached the apex of their climb, the foul shades were met by the blades of the Hakeshites and Automata alike – and when their line was broken under the weight of the spectral flood, the defenders did hie to the prepared corridor where the greater bulk of the White City’s guardians waited. Nigh five-hundred in number the defenders were; Adunian, Veletzer, Reinmaren, Haeseni, Dwarf, Elf and Paladin alike stood together as comrades. When the flood came, they led a fighting retreat through the city’s barricades, slaying spectral harriers in scores as they went, until at last they reached the steps of the Bastion Temple of Saint King Caius, and there they made their stand. As the horde impaled itself on aurum-wrought spikes and barbed wire, they were assailed by a volley of aurum arrows, bolts and mighty spells which rent great swaths of specters asunder. At last, the Geistbeast itself – Delgorthad, the Horror-Wraith – did bring its own might to bear, tearing into the minds of the Templar and Paladins, and drowning the battlefield in contemptible dread. Yet it did not last, for under the fearsome barrage of the fair city’s defenders, the beast was mightily wounded, and it FLED IN COWARDICE.

 

In our victory, the Crown does see fit to commend the following brave souls:

 

FROM OUR OWN KINGDOM, we commend Ser Alwyn Glennmaer, Ser Elerrion Seregon, Ser Calienë Seregon, Ser Elissar Angrenor, Lord Caedryan O’Rourke, Lady Maerîl O’Rourke, Squire Barandir, and others who rallied to our fair capital’s defense. You are, one and all, a credit to our realm.


FROM THE GRAND PRINCIPALITY OF MINITZ, we commend Sir Peter Stroheim, friend of the Kingdom, and the Knights who accompanied him. Long have the Reinmaren been friends and allies to the Númenedain, and long may they remain.

 

FROM THE LEAGUE OF VELETZ, we commend once more the brave Sir Godric Easworth, longtime friend of our people, and his band of warriors that accompanied him. They shall be remembered as a testament of the mettle of our neighbors to the north.

 

FROM THE KINGDOM OF HANSETI-RUSKA, we commend those knights whose names were unknown to us, but who fought bravely nonetheless. May the might of the northmen be remembered now and ever after.

 

FROM THE LANDS OF THE DWARVES, we commend Sigrun ‘Dragonslayer’, Belekar Starbreaker, and their dwarven compatriots, stout representatives of the Valor of Urguan as they were.

 

FROM THE LANDS OF THE SILVER ELVES, we commend the Sillumiran who drew blades alongside us and the Magi whose spellcraft proved instrumental in our victory.

 

FROM THE PALADIN ORDER, we commend Aeolus of Khamees and Amelia of Ahad, alongside their comrades. Without their aid, the Horror-Wraith could not have been wounded so.

 

We commend as well those defenders whose names we have forgotten or did not know. Without your swords at our side, fair Númenost may well have fallen.

 

    Celebrate our victory, Men of Númendil, but know that the war is not yet won. Our grand victory shall not be complete until the Horror-Wraith lies dead and the last of its minions are expunged in holy light. But, this I swear to you, on my Honor as the Queen of the Númenedain and the daughter of Tar-Númenatar Foronathor:

 

DELGORTHAD SHALL BE SLAIN.

 

— AURË ENTULUVA —


BY ORDER OF,

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HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of the House Arthalionath, by the Grace of GOD, Queen of the Númenedain, Princess of Númenost and Minas Amath, Protector of the Adunians, Master of the Sharadûn, Templar of the Archangel Michael, Knight of the Realm


 

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Hileia smiles as her friends Aeolus and Amelia would be mentioned.

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10 minutes ago, wooz said:

Hileia smiles as her friends Aeolus and Amelia would be mentioned.

Aeolus 'Glitter Boy' of Khamees smiles the sun's smile from within the Order's keep, alchemical goggles protecting his eyes as he'd finish the last touches of a blasting potion. "One thing does bother me, though." He'd wonder aloud to the others gathered in the lab. "What was that screaming?"

 

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Ser Alwyn smiled on hearing of the commendation, also pleased that his aurum razor wire had done its job so well, and busied himself with the burning of the dead and the restoration of the city.

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