THE BATTLE OF BREAKWATER KEEP

[Aehkaj 516]

"VIVA HYSPIA!" shouted a young man at the end of the battle, happily fighting for the land he now called home.

[Javert 5573]

Vicente Murietta II looked at the collection of Veletzian armor that he had acquired over the course of this war, now doubled during the Siege of Breakwater. He recalled pulling a rather fancy looking axe from the corpse of an Orc who he had buried his sword into. Vicente made a mental note to make sure all his newly acquired gear was repaired following the return to La Dorada.

[Gandhi 2708]

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Alfred stood atop within the walls of the Siege Camp - his blade & heater shield drawn. He watched, as rocks hurled overhead & crashed recklessly into Breakwater Keep. 
 

"CHARGE!" 

 

The order came - and the Baron fell to the barren wasteland preceding their objective. He was among those who threw themselves at the oncoming Veletzians that had clung up along the well outside. His blade had never swung with such ferocity, only narrowly avoiding certain death a few times.. After the rest of those Veletzians had otherwise sortied from their walls, engaging the Covenant's rear - the entirety of the enemy army had been decisively shattered, and the ruined keep fell to the Allies.

 

"This is our peace." He muttered victoriously, tiredly returning to Reinmar on the following day..

[Destructokeith 621]

Sir Artel wanders through the remains of breakwater gathering the shredded masks of his foe, his blade hung from his hip still warm from the flames that had enwreathed it, his ears still ringing from firing the cannons until they melted to slag. "today vas ein gutte day kinder" he says to the bluecloak that follows him, who they are hidden by the helm they wear "this war vill be der last war of them und du und ich vill see it through" he turns and offers a smile to his shadow, his red hair stuck to his face from the blood and sweat of battle.

[ColdestPepsi 1034]

Sir Aimo looked over to his long time battle brother Konstantin. "A long way to go still, ne? This still does put a grin on my face though, does it ne for ye as well." Aimo couldn't help but grin at the thought. "Ne half measures my friend, ne half measures."

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[ContestedSnow 778]

"This conflict started when ea was but a boy. Ea pray to see et ended, permanently, before ea see the grave." The Duke Viktor var Ruthern grinned as he spoke aside to Ivo Radovanic and Rickard both, amidst the ruined rubble of Breakwater.  His Sergeant's plate was smattered in a grim concoction of sooty black ashes, gunpowder and blood all when the battle had finally drawn to a victorious close. @Demavend@GMRO

He repeated such sentiments to both family and any who spoke to he upon their triumphant march, very apparently pleased by this first victory, and by his own family's contributions.

[ratlordmagic 793]

Ser Waclaw Jazlowiecki wiped Veletzian blood from his blade and allowed himself a small smile. "A long way to go yet until we've avenged all those we've lost... but it's a damn fine start."

[Kardika 62]

Vindacus would return to his estate after a days long trek from the battlefield. His bags were overburden with mis-matching pieces of Deamonsteel looted from fallen adversaries and comrades.

"Now I have'th a grand assortment of armor to display around mine halls!"

He would proclaim this proudly, before falling into deep slumber in front of the hearth.

 

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Sir Aimo looked over to his long time battle brother Konstantin. "A long way to go still, ne? This still does put a grin on my face though, does it ne for ye as well." Aimo couldn't help but grin at the thought. "Ne half measures my friend, ne half measures."

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The Guardian of the Commonwealth stood alongside his dear friend Sir Aimo within the ruins of Breakwater Keep, his eyes scanning the destruction wrought upon the fortifications and those who had taken up arms to defend it. "We've cracked the rock this day, and too many have already fallen for it to be for naught." He stated as his eyes fell upon the fallen, intermixed from the fierce melee which had occurred once the Covenant had breached the walls. "No half measures." Konstantin repeated.

[Morphine 458]

"Truly an inspiring sight. The sounds of thunderous barrage, the smell of sulphur powder, the charred remains of the enemy; the debts of Rolly's Hill have been paid. But many more debts await collection. Come, Veletz, let us continue this audit of your many unsavory affairs." The tired Warchief spoke these words solemnly, a lit Rauchsturm cigar in his mouth, standing above the scarred battlefield.

"Wer Rastet, der Rostest", he said quietly as he read today's victory missive, continuing to look for his Animii prosthetic right hand that was lost during the fray.

[HurferDurfer1 2584]

Dwelgin Doomforged recovers from a long day of battle, perhaps having been too confident and vigorous in his pursuit of the enemy, taking some harm as he sped around alone in the open field pestering his foes before the opposing forces were joined in pitched combat.

[Demented_Delila 1128]

A tired, battered Templar stood among her fellow Knights of the Tower, muddied and battered as they were, raising her sword in salute at the Call of the Queen. The radiant white flame engulfs the length of the blade, her helmet held in her off hand. She bellows the call in return. 

 

"Utúlie'n Aurë! Day has come!"

 

Despite the glorious victory of the day and the decimation of the Breakwater Keep, not all had lived to see the dawn. Caliene of Caladras drinks tequila on the roof of her residence in the city, basking in the night breeze. She pours a shot out in memory of Father Tonito, or at least for his spirit that she knows has made its way home to God. 

[Legoboy7984 2441]

Positioned at the forefront, Viktor Ludovar faces Blackwater when the King's command echoes through the air. Charging forward alongside comrades and allies, they ascend the walls, pursuing enemies attempting to escape through hidden tunnels. As the army regroups atop a hill away from Blackwater's tunnel entrance, a clash erupts outside the ruined castle walls, initiated by Veltez and its allies attempting to flank them. Amidst the ongoing battle, Viktor relentlessly fights, leaving a trail of slain or wounded foes in his wake. The Ludovar crest on his once-white tabard is now stained red with splattered blood.
 

The conflict intensifies, culminating in a final push through Blackwater's breached walls, securing victory. In the aftermath, Viktor seeks out his uncle, Count Otto Ludovar, and embraces him, joined by his exhausted cousins. The collective weariness from the prolonged siege is palpable, but with the declaration of victory, a sense of relief permeates the air.

[Franczhiz 4053]

The young Prince Edmund Amadeus, who fought alongside the Covenant of Eight, proudly threw a banner of the Ferrymen off their keep and placed the one's of the respective Covenant of Eight on each place.

 

"Cousin Edmund, your revenge on those who are responsible for your death is about to begin. Tandem Triumphans."

[CharlestheDwarf 69]

Thurgrim cast his eyes about the field of battle from within his dented helm as a horn sounded, the muck and grime from hours of manning a cannon before their final charge plastered to the face within. The tip of his blade roughly struck the keeps stones beneath his feet, a beleaguered and weary, if almost childlike grin spreading across the young dweds face as he saw the banners of Veletz be cut from the walls in turn. He'd thrown his head back, crying out alongside each and every one of his other allies.

"Narvok oz Urguan! Narvok oz Nozkron'ur'nihu!"

It felt as though lead had perforated every inch of his being, the exhaustion of battle wearing on him. Yet his excitement at the battles conclusion could be none the lesser. He had been first to break the wall as the gunner of cannon nine. He had borne himself unto battle for those he'd called 'friend' of which had been harmed by Veletz. He had fulfilled his duty as apprentice to the High Reckoner in striking many a grudge from the book that day.

He, the last of the Silverbraids, had survived the greatest battle to have been seen in a century.

Edited December 4, 2023 by CharlestheDwarf