25 R.R. | Battle of the Westmark

[Mark2282 305]

Erekazok stands triumphant on the battlefield, his chest heaving with the thrill of victory. The stench of blood and chaos surrounds him. He spots a wounded Haenseti soldier struggling to crawl away. Grinning, he raises his massive foot and stomps on the soldier's head. "Agh, victory good. Blood taste hozh."

[sam33497 7356]

"To the end of the earth." Lanre Cerusil solemnly declared, his entire subtle form glowly not-so-subtly with magical gold, in the wake of the battle.

[sneLf 314]

Lyulen Daemyr, upon hearing the cries of victory from the battlefield, finally released the tension from the handle of his waraxe, allowing his arm to fall limp at his side. His attention shifted to his closed fist, and he slowly opened it, revealing a cloth fastened to it, covering a wound gained from the recent fighting. Lyulen gazed fondly at the blue hue of the cloth, memories of past friends who wore similar garments flooding his mind. After a few moments of silence, the warrior lifted his head, staring out into the field, emitting a sigh of relief.

[CalvinOP 415]

Edmond situated himself on a nearby stool following the fierce battle, scrubbing his bloodied longsword after cutting down twenty Haenseti warriors. He rested his palm upon his head, grunting. "What just happened again?" The drunkard Margrave extended an arm towards his neck, his nails scratching an irritating itch in his scruffy hair.

[Optimus420 1926]

As Prince Richard dug his javelin out the backside of a dwarf he hand slain, he gathered his men to return home. As he marched back with his men to the Marchlands, their caravan of carts hauling the spoils of war to share the wealth amongst his people, he let out a sigh of relief as he entered his home and was greeted by his children. The day was long, the battle longer, and now all that dwelled upon his mind was to rest. As he sat within his hall with his knights, officers, and kin, he rose a glass to them,

"To the brave men of the Marchlands, I salute you. Let this be a joyous time of celebration for we have avenged our fallen, our kin, and comrades. Ave Stassion. Ave Veletz and to all our allies."

[ToodIes 1575]

"TURN! FIGHT! TURN! FIGHT!"

 

Among the vestiges of the Coalition's shattered army, with her sword tragically unbloodied, Faeryel made her last stand against the grey-plated knights of Veletz. "BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!"

 

The opportunity for death by combat was cruelly ripped from her when, by divine design or unfortunate happenstance, the world fell away. The darkness of the Void ate at the corners of her one good eye; the battlefield receded into the distance; and, screaming, she sought out the arcane within herself, and vanished in a swirl of black.

[Jentos 9422]

Arrow after arrow, Jagobert loosed from his great bow, his gaze a single eye that seemed almost serpentine in the light. Time and time again, he darted between trees, while the disassembled armies of the Coalition chased after an army that seemed made of smoke. 

 

As the battle came to a close, the man could be seen praying over the dead men, black shafts protruding from Haensemen like cruel reeds. 

[TheHunter38 41]

Ser Rassvet Senko looked over the fields on top of his horse before releasing a deep sigh and turning his horse back to Veletz. How many more men must die? How much more suffering must happen to stop the imperial ambitions of Haense. "This will hopefully z y last war, win or loose."  He mumbled under his breath.  

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

Dwelgin puts this grievous wrong in his book of grudges, for making him lose was a grudge worthy crime.

[woke 1157]

Sir Rupert, battle-scarred and fatigued, stood amidst the aftermath of the Battle of Westmark. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and the echoes of conflict. "AVE VELETZ!" The knight roared, rallying his comrades.
 

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[North 995]

Vasily, the last of his line, rejoiced that day.

"Blessed Saint Arpad smiles upon us, upon our victory, and upon the mountains of dead Haense-men littering Middelan's blood-soaked fields."

[Emery 958]

"Blood for Ashford!" cried out Tancred of Mondville. The Druscan warrior, overwhelmed with emotion, wept tears of joy after the great victory of Veletz and her allies.

[Rig 17580]

Grisha enjoys a cigar in the Veletz Palace's lounge with his feet kicked up on an ottoman.

[ChaoticRoller 635]

Meira would be reading the missive as best as she could in her younger mindset. She'd finish reading reaching a fist into the air chanting "AVE VELETZ, AVE VELETZ, AVE VELETZ!" She then regains her composer before smiling, turning on her heels and walking about of the grounds of Veletz happily.

[Marshi 1184]

3 hours ago, Optimus420 said:

As Prince Richard dug his javelin out the backside of a dwarf he hand slain, he gathered his men to return home. As he marched back with his men to the Marchlands, their caravan of carts hauling the spoils of war to share the wealth amongst his people, he let out a sigh of relief as he entered his home and was greeted by his children. The day was long, the battle longer, and now all that dwelled upon his mind was to rest. As he sat within his hall with his knights, officers, and kin, he rose a glass to them,

"To the brave men of the Marchlands, I salute you. Let this be a joyous time of celebration for we have avenged our fallen, our kin, and comrades. Ave Stassion. Ave Veletz and to all our allies."

 

The Princess Ottavia smiled as she greeted her husband, her cards spread out across her table from where she had waited for him. The Consort too lifted her glass to the knights, beaming at her Husbands words

"This is our peace" she mocked.