The Battle of the Goldleaf Roads

[JokerLow 1317]

 

The Battle of The Goldleaf Roads

 

It was a normal day in the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. Despite the war, a sense of peace had enveloped the city of Kal’Baraz.. A peace soon to be broken.
Several riders from the Empire rode up to the gate. They pestered, they shouted and jeered at the city gates, demanding a battle between the forces of the Empire, and the forces of Urguan. Such a disruption of the peace would not stand, and thus Hekkaes Goldhand met with the Imperial commander outside the city, answering their call to fight. They agreed upon honourable terms, One Thousand against One Thousand, a Grand test of the strength and resolve of both realms.
 

The two forces gathered and met upon the Goldleaf roads. The Dwarven force was under the command of the daring Hekkaes Goldhand, one of the finest military minds of the Grand Kingdom. 

The warriors drew their lances, prepared their steeds, and CHARGED

 

The great clash upon the Goldleaf roads echoed across the valleys. Many Men of the Empire were dismounted, crashing into the grass and gravel. The shock charge of Hekkaes Goldhand was a Grand success. The battle continued… Many Dwarves remained on their steeds, and others dismounted to avoid the pikes of the Imperial troops. The Imperial troops fought bravely, but were simply no match for the sheer discipline and skill of the Dwarven legionnaires, well trained by Morroick Starbreaker. The sound of ‘clangs’ and ‘cries’ slowly began to disappear, and soon all the Imperial troops were slain or wounded, with no deaths upon the Dwarven side. 

Those who remained alive were captured and brought to the Dwarven capital, deprived of their gear and their dignity. They were paraded across the capital, ransomed off, and forced to fight.

Peace once more returned to the Dwarven city, and yet another crack in the Imperial armour was displayed for all to see.

 

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Sketch of the Brave Dwarven Legionnaires

 

 

 

 

 

[Kardika 1057]

Shamizir the sanguine came to hear of this victory sometime in the evening, in the Salvo saloon he toasted alone to their success.

When his trusted advisor ventured in he spoke a few passing words to him.

"Its good dem' dweds are takin' up the mantle of skirmishing on da roads, heh many more victories to come I reckon..."

 

The depressed cowboy then returned to his attempts of downing the whiskey bottle...

Edited February 23 by Kardika

[truelarper 593]

 

 

Thus, an enslaved—now free gladiator—made his way home. He dropped to the floor before the gates, puddling a pool before the iron-gates of Saint Godwinsburg. A cry crept across the walls, reverberating against the stone. Dirk of Little Furnestock was broken.

 

 

Edited February 24 by truelarper

[SirBlocklips 192]

The Bearserker's Denmaster cheers on his fellow kin as they parade through the very halls in which so much woe has been born. Between the infernal Black Church and the tyrannical Imperial Host, Dugan could not choose which foe he would be more elated to see being dragged behind the Legionnaires of the Alliance's noble steeds. A victory was earned today, with more soon to come!

[Riot 743]