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The Battle of Winburgh


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Canonist depiction of the Ferrryman heretics.

 

Grisha shakes off his brain damage and then cheers, throwing his gauntlet into the air, shaking his fist with glee. Another victory. The land lovers would pay dearly for their crimes against Veletz and the Ferrymen.

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Sir Philip polished his blade in silent contemplation within the palace of Veletz. 

"They came a bridge too far this time." 

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The dust settled upon the bridge, falling in waves over the mangled corpses of the fleeing Haensemen and their perfidious allies. The Skipper, having survived the slaughter, surveyed the bodies with a perplexed expression. Suddenly, what he was looking for came to him in a flash.

"Where is King Aleksandr?"

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"King Aleksander is a coward" stated a Druscan warrior.

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Vyllaenen wipes the blood off of his blade and returns to the inside of the city. He looked over the bodies of the dead Haensemen then back to his blade. "I have wasted such a fine edged blade on mere fodder. These things happen."

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Duke Valentin ran through the craven soldiers, wildly swinging his sword around.  "Oink, Oink, Oink." He let out in between his slashes. "Run piggies, run!"

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Johanes van Aert sends his best regards to his son, Gustaf, whose heroics he hears have begun to triumph his own. It was as any father hoped, that the children surpassed the parents, but for it to be so soon was a sweet thing. @Halt

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Hordespeaker Grommash would receive news of the decisive victory of the Alliance against the Axis of Five. He would nod, chuckling to himself as news of the brutal slaughter reached his ears. Upon hearing of the capture of the Hysparex he would depart to Veletz immediately, there were words to be had.

 

 

 

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The Duke of Adria had arrived at the fight far too late to be of any use- for the Veletzians had quickly routed the Haense led coalition. From his spot along the rocks, he had observed the brilliance of the architect Gerhardt. For what first appeared as a worrying vulnerability where soldiers could with a horse leap into the fortifications, quickly was revealed as a trap! For the great coalition host was choked amidst the ways of the walls, and slaughtered in the trenches of Winburgh.

Markus witnessed the blood taint the blood of the moats, and cried out, "Shall this be our war?"

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Richold Ashford de Rouen raised aloft his bloodied, ancestral blade, dubbed Gloire Drusque, towards the heavens. In the ecstasy of triumph, he proclaimed, "Glory to Veletz! Ave Drusco! Shall they forever endure through all eternity!"

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An Ivanovich warlord could be seen screaming to the moon before battle, leaping into the fray and descending upon the enemy backline. Once battle was done his clear-white robes were stained blood red. The pretender Vilacs and Haensers had all been slain, 'cept for their coward King who did ride home wishing for his mother's teat.

 

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Sir Rupert, stood amidst the chaos, his blade untouched as the League's army swiftly dealt with the miscreants from Haense. With a knowing grin, The Knight observed the unfolding spectacle, his confidence in the league's prowess evident.

 

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3 minutes ago, Pancho said:

 

A Hyspian Knight frowned from his tower as he looked out across the land. His blade seemed empty, unusual for men of his kind. "I wonder where they all came from..."

 

The bell rang, and the warriors of Veletz rallied to the cause! Meanwhile, it seems a Hyspian Knight was shocked at his opponents' fervor. . .

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Sylvir Cerusil sheathes his longsword which was stained with blood, a grin on his face as he turned to his fellow elven divadri. "This went faster then i expected" The Cerusil exclaims as he wiped a single drop of sweat of his face.

 
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