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A FOILED RETALIATION

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A FOILED RETALIATION

We fall and ascend, such is the nature of war.

 


 

 

The Bannermen of the Rychwald faced the encroaching threat of the Coalition. The hills, shrouded in mist, draped in the shadows of tall jungle trees, became the battleground for a clash that would echo through-out the Balianite lands. Rurik, blazing banner against the muted hues of the hills, and Fyodor, eyes scanning the horizon, took their stand at the crest of a rocky outcrop. The Coalition, approaching with an unforgiving push to finish their blow. 

 

As the first wave of the enemy's forces ascended the steep slopes, Rurik unsheathed his longsword, its polished blade reflecting the pale light of the waning sun. Beside him, Renault's bow sang as arrows flew, in hopes of thinning the ranks of the approaching foe. The hills echoed with the clash of steel and the twang of bowstrings.

 

Despite all, they shared a knowing glance. Abandoning their positions, they descended into the melee, cutting through the Haeseni ranks. Together, they formed a temporary sanctuary amidst the chaos. Harald, one of Rurik's most trusted, succumbing to a fatal strike.

 

Yet, the sheer numbers of the adversary threatened to overwhelm them. The hills bore witness to a desperate struggle, as few bannermen fought side by side to stave off the Coalition soldiers. The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the battlefield, and the once-pristine hillside became a canvas painted in the hues of conflict.

 

As the moon rose in the night sky, the inevitable became reality. The Coalition overtook the hill, scattering the remnants of Veletzian warriors. The hills, witness to a tale of resistance, bore the scars of the conflict. 

 

Thus, in the aftermath, both Rurik, Andrik and the few men they had left stood amidst the fallen - the haunting silence of the battlefield enveloping them. The once-proud attackers were scattered, and the hills whispered the story of a battle lost.

 

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SIGNED

Johann of Kerzenwick,

Scribe of the Rychwald,

Sir Andrik Uldarik of the Rychwald,

Grand Prizak of the Order of the Rychwald.


 

 

 

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Lucia Herleva arrived back at Rychwald on horseback, her steed having suffered many injuries. The savoyard sighed as they started to count their losses.  

 

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The Queen of Balian surveryed her lands, proud of the accomplishment. However as she watched the remaining attackers flee she thought for some moments about the morality of killing the footsoldiers whom only followed orders, however it soon escaped her, she had a people to protect.

 

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amazing post, love seeing POV posts from the other side, win or lose!

 

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Fyodor signed a two-barred cross, huffing as he did so. "You will not be buried under the Balian sands, Spravca. You will rest under the trees of Rychwald."

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