[Siege] The Aenguls Cry, The Daemons Roar!

[Arkelos 1027]

Seige:

A siege is a military blockade of a city or fortress with the intent of conquering by attrition or assault. Generally speaking, siege warfare is a form of constant, low intensity conflict characterized by one party holding a strong, static defensive position. Consequently, an opportunity for negotiation between combatants is not uncommon, as proximity and fluctuating advantage can encourage diplomacy.

A siege occurs when an attacker encounters a city or fortress that cannot be easily taken by a coup de main and refuses to surrender. Sieges involve surrounding the target and blocking the reinforcement or escape of troops or provision of supplies (a tactic known as "investment", typically coupled with attempts to reduce the fortifications by means of siege engines, artillery bombardment, mining (also known as sapping), or the use of deception or treachery to bypass defences. Failing a military outcome, sieges can often be decided by starvation, thirst or disease, which can afflict either the attacker or defender.

The most common practice of siege warfare was to lay siege and just wait for the surrender of the enemies inside, or quite commonly, to coerce someone inside to betray the fortification. During a siege a surrounding army would build earthworks (a line of circumvallation) to completely encircle their target, preventing food, water, and other supplies from reaching the besieged city. If sufficiently desperate as the siege progressed, defenders and civilians might have been reduced to eating anything vaguely edible

To end a siege more rapidly various methods were developed in ancient and medieval times to counter fortifications, and a large variety of siege engines were developed for use by besieging armies. Ladders could be used to escalate over the defences. Battering rams and siege hooks could also be used to force through gates or walls, while catapults, ballistae, trebuchets, mangonels, and onagers could be used to launch projectiles in order to break down a city's fortifications and kill its defenders. A siege tower, a substantial structure built to equal or greater height than the fortification walls, could allow the attackers to fire down upon the defenders and also advance troops to the wall with less danger than using ladders.

In addition to launching projectiles at the fortifications or defenders, it was also quite common to attempt to undermine the fortifications, causing them to collapse. This could be accomplished by digging a tunnel beneath the foundations of the walls, and then deliberately collapsing or exploding the tunnel. This process is known as mining. The defenders could dig counter-tunnels to cut into the attackers' works and collapse them prematurely.

Fire was often used as a weapon when dealing with wooden fortifications.

Conditions: If it is on a capital city, it can only happen once a nation is reduced to its starter regions (Capital region and must lose 80% of their regions)

Opposing Faction:

The Realm of Aeroch Nor and its allies

The Dwarves of Each Hold and its allies [Each Hold needs to State that they will join]

Ironguts

The Cloud Temple and its allies - Medics, Ration Bearers [confirmed]

The Remnants of the Ascended - Medics, Ration Bearers [confirmed]

Oren/Salvus and its allies [Confirmed]

The Orcish Warnation [confirmed]

The Kharajyr [confirmed]

Any and all who heed the call

-Those who heed the Call-

The Holy Islands

The Clerical Order

House Fireeyes

Defending Faction: Lysistrata Hold and it’s Unholy Citizens

Name of the battle: The Aenguls cry, THE DAEMONS ROAR!

Location: Lysistrata Hold

Time,(atleast 5 days warning.): Unconfirmed - Waiting on a time that all can approve of.

Roleplay

Kyral sat upon her throne in Aeroch Nor, the sounds of construction filling her mind as she seemed to grow weary of its sounds. Days grew longer as Kyral seemed to grow distant, planning something she thought unneeded but necessary. Kyral had planned to take Lysistrata Hold for her own, meeting with the friendly people, Kyral had believe they were at one time “plagued”

“Yer Majesty” a raspy voice rang out, calling for the queen as Kyral look over. Finally some excitement had come her way as she saw the Lysistratian like person, looking over him curiously as she smiled.

“You certainly came a long way sir to meet with me.” Kyral smiled as the Lysistratian remained quiet, slowly moving for his staff as Kyral eyed the object standing up quickly a she pulled out her blades. Screaming for guards as she tackled the Lysistratian, eye wide as she managed to push him outside.

“Foolish queen...” the Lysistratian said, eyes seething with rage. “You may try to attack me, but know for certain...” He raised his arms around, his brothers joining him as Kyral’s eyes went wide. “We will have Adyton back!”

Kyral jumped back up as the necromancers took their staves out, Kyral attacking each of them as horrid beasts come from them, Monsters that are the embodiment of flame, Zombie pigmen, and finally Ghasts.

Kyrals eyes widened as she grasped her blades tightly, attacking the monsters on the ground first as she rips through them with ease, blood spilling over her armor as she rolled into a Blaze, slicing it in half as the beast burnt up in the air, turning into dust.

Kyral then turned to the ghasts, taking her bow out as a fireball came behind her, Quick timing allowing her to react and shoot the fireball back at the Ghast as it exploded violently. crashing in front of Kyral as her pupils dilated, Kyral roaring loudly as she continued her onslaught against the beasts of the skies. The explosions so loud those in Salvus could hear them.

As the final Ghasts fell, Kyral was greeted by another wave, exhaustion overwhelming her as she continued, hoping the guards would make it a she continued to attack the beasts. The monsters scratching her chainmail as she was hit finally, rolling backwards as she snarls in pain loudly.

“Come dearies...” Kyral chuckled as she hunched over, both pupils fully dilated as she charged at the beasts recklessly, spinning quickly like the blades of a helicopter as she ripped into four pigmen at a time with her blade. The pigmen, not easily defeated were pushed back as she saw a fireball coming for her, hitting it into the direction of the pigmen as they exploded, the screams carrying through the night as the ghasts continued to cry. Out of arrows, Kyral planned and waited, when the time presented itself, Kyral ran for the top of her palace, A ghast mere inches away from her as she leapt into the air, chainmail back inside the palace as the ghast fell down with her.

“This is all you got?! LYSISTRATIANS?! WELL THEN, YOU HERETICS, PREPARE TO BE PURGED!” Kyral, visibly weakened, used her last bit of strength and threw her blade into the palace wall, remaining stuck as she collapsed, the guard finally making it as the horrific scene of flames, dead creatures, and the smell of sulfuric flames burn wildly into the night.

Kyral finally woke a day after, groaning as Selina watched over her carefully. Time grew too short as she said to Selina.

“Were going to War.” she said in an angry and offended voice. Growling as she began to write letters.

To all who read this letter.

I Kyral Hightower of Aeroch Nor and Solace was recently attacked by necromancers who have brought to my attention of their origin, these men... rather these Necromancers hail from an island to the east known as Adyon. As Regent Lady of Adyton Island, I refuse for them to stay on my island, I refuse for them to live. They are vile beings much like the Undead.

If we are to strike we must strike immediately. We will not delay their inevitable death and I know for certain none of you who read this want to see this land be reduced to nothing, much like Aegis.

If you fight with me, you will save this world from the threat of Necromancy. This I am certain.

-Signed By Queen Kyral Hightower-

The letters were sent, and Kyral began to plan the attack. Time would come that she would get her vengeance.

Time would come, for a battle of life and death.

[Redbaron™ 690]

(( Salvus goes to war itself Saturday. Not sure if it makes much rp sense to go to soon after that considering my armies will be battered and bruised from the battle. If it i2 2-3 days after I think that's a fair time to prepare a small force to assist.

Considering if the rebels don't raise a white flag and claim they're on orens side.. again.))

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

I call dibs for review

[Sargeblub 78]

Hm... You may want to talk to Viper and Native before you go about doing this.))

[Arkelos 1027]

(( Salvus goes to war itself Saturday. Not sure if it makes much rp sense to go to soon after that considering my armies will be battered and bruised from the battle. If it i2 2-3 days after I think that's a fair time to prepare a small force to assist.

Considering if the rebels don't raise a white flag and claim they're on orens side.. again.))

Hm... You may want to talk to Viper and Native before you go about doing this.))

[[Don't you two worry about a thing, I am working on talking to the GMs about doing this warclaim since they own the city in a spectacular fashion, The time and date is unconfirmed for now, and will remain that until we can decide on the best possible day for this siege.

Thank you, drive through]]

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Accepted. Spectacular as always Vardak. You never cease to amaze me with these

[jackbren 25]

*After reading the note Jack writes a note in response* " Me and my ships would be honoured to assist in this siege"

Jack Amador-

[Arkelos 1027]

[[i would like to add that we will most DEFINATELY make this a multi-phase siege, meaning this will take multiple days to actually do, I am hoping that the new mechanics will be used heavily here. From herbs to sneaking. and hopefully we can see if there are any bugs/things that need to be tuned down.

However, this is all up in the air until I make a decision on this with Native, hopefully soon.]]

[Agnub 605]

King James of Salvus was sitting in front of his fireplace, reading a book when a tired messenger came running up the stairs. The messenger stopped momentarily at the door archway, bowed respectfully and breathing heavily from the run said, "M'Lord".

King James waved the man in and took the missive the messenger was holding and began to scan the contents. He looked into the fire for a few moments before turning to his steward and said, "Sound the assembly for the morrow."

The next day had come and the peoples of the kingdom were assembled outside the palace. A door deep within the palace burst open and the King walked out and proceeded proudly down the corridor. Paintings of his ancestors lining the walls and seemingly watching him with approval as he walked majestically in his court finery towards the balcony to address the people. The King made a left turn at the appropriate corridor and with the walls shaking from the cheering of the people outside the King stepped out on to the balcony. King James surveyed the wild crowd before raising a hand signalling for silence. Speaking loudly and clearly the King began:

"Five score and four years ago we came to this continent to seek refuge from the Undead. We came here seeking a safe haven from the forces of darkness. But now, I receive word of another dark menace... the menace of necromancy!

I know many of you fear a war with dark forces but we cannot give-in to fear. We must fight! We must and will not go quietly into the night! With the strength of our iron and the resolve of our souls we shall not cower where there is darkness! We shall fight it! We shall answer the call of my wife in Aeroch Nor! Now raise banners and march with me! For God! For Glory! For Salvus!"

[chanman98 7]

*Bornam sees a messenger as he heads out of Kal'Anart, who seems to be in a hurry*

Wha's tha 'urreh lad?

*the messenger stops only for a second*

All I can say is that Lady Kyral was attacked by necromancers and is looking for help to defeat them.

*the messenger continues on, and Bornam stops him*

Well then, if Kal'Anar' don' 'elp, tell miss Kyral tha' ah'd beh 'appeh ter 'elp.

*Bornam gives the messenger his name and continues on, leaving the messenger to his business*

[JCQuiinn 168]

Selina sits in a simple, unadorned wicker chair, pale, out of place in the grand palace. A knife rests within her hands, slowly carving away at a small wooden figurine. A yong woman, dressed in robes of gold and white, with fire in her hands. She says nothing, for no words need be spoken by this mute, for her answer has already been provided. By Aeriel's grace, she will pick up her staff and, with once again grasped in her hands, fight.

[Phelrin 60]

Upon reading the letter, the Inquisitor headed directly to Aeroch Nor. As he arrives at the gate, he requests an audience with the Queen

“Hail m’lady. Ye may remember me as Phelrin Irongut of the Dwarves. I have received you letter and come to pledge my support in this matter. At your commission, I shall go to garner support among the Holds of the Dwarves, and our allies. I too have suffered an attack at the hands of “heretics”, though I know not if they’re related. The attack left me scarred, so my hatred for them rivals yours”

[Hiebe 2493]

The Ironguts will support our allies

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Alexander Horen stands in the Solace palace, chatting with Lancel as he hears the message relayed to James who sits by the fire

He excuses himself abruptly and rides as fast as he can to his home, writes a letter to Kyral

"Dear Kyral Hightower,

I, Imperial Prince Alexander Hore, Duke of Pruvia, Knight, and High Inquisitor will do anything I cna to make sure Oren aids you in this fight. We don't want Salvus taking all the glory anyway, do we? I will inform you as to what we can spare if anything

Sincerely,

Alexander Horen"

It is stamped with his seal of the Griffen breaking the back of a Serpent in it's claw

[Redbaron™ 690]

*Lancel sits in the barracks and watches the men training for war. Under his golden half helm he watches with passive green eyes as sparks are flying in the sand pit. One of his stronger swords men was teaching some lessers how to handle a blade. Archers sucked in a final gulp of air before aiming their bows towards the straw stuffed dummies. The sound of the arrows gave a dull thud as it hit. He watched the archers smile every time he got a kill shot on the dummies. Through the night he over saw their training. Many wives fear what is next but his men stand strong and ready to fight. He gives an approving glance at them as he takes a final walk about and then departs for the palace. The sounds of swords hitting each other rings behind him.

As he crosses the bridge he looks down amongst solace, the town was lively and preparing for a march of war, logs were being carried outside the walls to be constructed into siege towers and battering rams. A Foreman of the Salvian mine yelled as a shipment of iron entered on a teetering cart, bars glistening in the sun as it leaves the shade of the gate house. Continuing out of the palace he looks over solace better from the vantage point of the hill. The city ran with life, people everywhere. He looked to the alchemists shop and saw smoke leaving from the window as they begin to test battle potions.

As he begins to sweat under his armor as the sun rises higher into the air, Lancel turns around heading to his room, thinking battle tactics only and the glory of war.