Gandhi 2712 Share Posted January 13 CHRONICLES OF THE REINMAREN: FREDERICKSBURG The following is the perspective of Alfred, Duke of Reinmar, during the Siege of Fredericksburg. [DO NOT METAGAME] The 9th day of Grona and Droba of 512 E.S. There came the 9th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1959 - Alfred was awoken early in the morning by his wife, who had practically forced him to begin preparations. He led himself to his desk, not one to leave anything undone. Fredericksburg was a risk, probably one that Alfred would be most prone to injury in, credit to his place amongst the cavalry. Once his letters had been aptly written, he donned his armor, seeking out his young son and daughter. For a moment, the future Duchess of Reinmar - the future of his House - rested in his arms, embracing her father in a hug. Alfred let a heavy sigh escape his lips as he guided her back to her cradle. Once he’d found himself in the streets, men in blue and green lining the walkways that used to form the foundation of Minitz’s Moothall. At their head was Wilhelm, both Hauptmann and Warchief, his leadership unhindered over both Reinmaren Militaries. Wilhelm lifted a glove to his hat, drawing it up and off of his head. He turned to Alfred, who’d suddenly approached him, and took to his side. The duo conversed for minutes, only hushed whispers were exchanged back and forth. Once the Grand Prince Leon had subsequently arrived with the remainder of his Council - the two Reinmaren Princes approached one another and embraced heartily, Aaunic & Haeseni in union. They loosened the ranks for a time before they departed, gathering in the tavern of Minitz to drink. Alfred and Leon drank Illatian wine, engaging about how they’d topple the walls of Fredericksburg. Thereafter, Alfred’s memory skipped a beat - taking him to the moment of separation, where Leon diverted the Warband and Order of St. Tylos to unify with King John’s Army in Whitespire. Alfred, Wilhelm, and Michal headed the Landsers von Reinmar, who headed west, crossing the River Petra to unite with the army of Aleksandr II. It was a treacherous trip - however their numbers did not dwindle, nor did they falter. As Alfred’s host arrived at the gates of Marignan, bordering the siege camp that practically engulfed Stassion in hostile territory - credited to Lemon Hill and the fortifications constructed. They were welcomed by men of the Brotherhood of St. Karl, and at their helm - Leonid Kortrevich. The men of Reinmar were only provided momentary respite before arming themselves to man the walls against the scourge of Stassionite cavalry. At the behest of Aleksandr II, those pre-emptively assigned to the regiments of cavalry that were intended to strike a returning blow, mounted up. Amongst those ranks were Alfred, his kinsman, Brandt, Olaf von Reinmar, and another relative, Konstantin von Theonus. The detachment rode north, keeping within sight of the keep. Their purpose was only to fend off their opponents until Fredericksburg was aptly shelled. Eventually - after the walls had been riddled with artillery fire - the time came, and Alfred threw himself from his steed with dutiful haste, after having withdrawn to their camp. Olaf rushed to his side, delivering to him the Cross of St. Tylos, a pinnacle of Reinmaren culture and faith. He left his acquired steed, Auspice, at the gates of their siege camp. Now, they’d assault the throne-room of Fredericksburg, in an attempt to wrangle it from the hands of the Veletzians. Once the call came, they flooded from the walls of their camp, quickly traversing the burned out, ruined lands that separated Marignan, from Fredericksburg. Alfred hauled himself up the ladders, thrown into the empty moat, the final obstacle to victory. He was tired, no doubt, but the promise he’d once made to his people rang louder in his ears than any exhaustion could. There was no swinging of blades as he charged into the empty hall that once served as the helm of Richard’s Principality. Any semblance of a throne was long gone, with the majority of the enemy having mounted up and departed to circle the Keep in turn. The Duke found himself amongst his own ranks, spotting the Grand Prince Leon across the hall, a rather impressive, albeit internal, description of his counterpart crossing his mind. One who was unfaltering, if young perhaps, but most certainly not a coward. Some may acclaim him as rather unserious at times, but Alfred understood the wisdom that laid beneath his eyes, one able to truly guide the Reinmaren peoples seize their future. However, the siege had not yet ended. Despite the seizure of Fredericksburg, the Armies of Sir Gaspard still remained, armed to the teeth and brave beyond sense. They quickly returned to the walls, attempting to seize the courtyard that laid on the eastern side of the keep. They managed to mount the walls, seize the rooftops of Fredericksburg. Despite this, Covenant morale had only soared, and the men of the Coalition - donning tens of different colors - remained united under a singular proud banner. Their next order came, the final directive of the siege - to extinguish the last of the Veletzian presence in Fredericksburg through brute strength. Alfred had recuperated, and whilst wielding his Reinmaren Berserker Axe - hauled himself up a ladder, leading himself amongst the ranks of Veletzians. His heavy-headed Axe swung with ferocity - and it seemed, all around him, that the Coalition had practically wiped out any Veletzian resistance inside the walls. That was, until Alfred was in the side, with a mace - sending him tumbling from the Frederickburg's rooftops. His body remained stunned, sent falling from the walls of Fredericksburg. He’d assumed, inherently, that death came with his fall. But when his body hit the grass below, many other men fell around him - still stood. One of them - a Veletzian aristocrat - was masked beneath a bloodied surcoat and helm. Alfred, now on the cusp of falling limp, thrusted the dagger that previously lingered at his hip into the throat of his opponent. The man was left limp on the field, the stain of his own blood hardening on the Stassionite ground. The Duke of Reinmar made strength to drag himself back to the throne room of Fredericksburg before climbing the walls in a wounded stupor. He watched over the lands formerly belonging to Prince Richard, now having fallen under the dominion of the Covenant. “GOTT MIT UNS.” 21 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
sondher 759 Share Posted January 13 Theodosia, the wife of Alfred, received his recount with tearful pride. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, her worried features softening at the news of the Covenant's success, "God is with us..." 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MadOne 3422 Share Posted January 13 Archbishop-Cardinal Brandt, and his grandson Leon II approached the Prince of Sutica atop their hallowed Reinmaren thoroughbreds, exchanging wordless nods amidst the grotesque scene of the battlefield. Brandt raised a hand for his kinsman of the North, grasping Alfred's wrist in a Reinmaren warrior's handshake. "Wes thu hal, kin of mine." He uttered towards the scarred Prince. "The battle is yet done, but nay the war. We will see them again, if we are to realise Manfred's dream." 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liokv 167 Share Posted January 13 Olaf von Reinmar joins his liege in the aftermath of the battle - their horses keeping an even pace as they made their return to home. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irishmanmichael 179 Share Posted January 14 (edited) As their Lord rode off to battle, the sounds of "Wer Rasted, Der Rostet" could be heard chasing him, as he grew further away from the rest of the Landsers. "Alright lads lets get it done." Wilhelm called, before the roar of the cannonade drown out anything else. Edited January 14 by Irishmanmichael 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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