The Battle Of The Dreadfort

[Drelik 865]

 

Seen from the highrisen fortified walls of Castle Greywynn, is the Dreadfort, dimly lit, weapons of warfare litter the ramparts of the keep, the castle seems just as lifeless, dreary and dull as ever.

 

The Sariants of the Teutonic Order stand stoic and fierce, marching in regiments of the hundreds.

 

 

As the Sariants march foward, unleashing there own havok and falling victim to black skies, dimmed with the arrows of the NATO alliance, Rose, Blackmont, and Carrion.

 

 

After the first men fall, the Sariants begin to batter the walls for days on end, staying proud and assured of victory.

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Though in the fort, the men prepare to abandon post, and a heroic flank charge.

 

 

The Dreadforts forces catch the Sariants offguard, smashing through there lines and devastating there forces.

 

Many blackmonts fall from the intial charge, injured and ravaged by the arrow flurry.

 

 

The Flayed Men, and there fierce allies collect there loot, cheer cries of victory and promises of conquest of the North, as they turn around, seeing there crumpled home.

 

They round up there prisoners, the lowly plebians to be sent to Kralta, whilst the more important enemies who've fallen in the field, be horded off to the Dungeons of the Fort.

 

 

In the Dungeons, the cries of many Green's, Adunian Chieftans, and Sariants are heard, as there skin is slowly peeled from there flesh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[no longer active 734]

Victory for NATO!

[Lark 2227]

Lark grins as he surveys the dead Teutons everywhere. He turns to the Dreadfort, frowning and thinks to what lies ahead.

[KidKrinkles 2044]

Thalin whistles as he brings back his brand new katana, and severs the head off of one of the corpses. It has a terrified look on its face, eyes rolled behind its head bloodshot, mouth open. He smiles to it and pats it. "You deserved that."

 

He tosses it over his shoulder, the sound of skulls knocking skulls is heard, joining a small, forming pile of severed heads, totally roughly seven.

[3andD 1722]

Ser Gwenael Ashford crosses his arms, standing with his Rose brothers out front the Teuton's keep. Victory had come, and the Teutonic scum had been crushed.

[TornadoWatch 364]

Jonathan Black looks at the destroyed Blackmont fort.

 

Hooray for a Teutonic victory; they had accomplished -their- goals.

[Peter Chivay 2494]

Jonathan Black looks at the destroyed Blackmont fort.

 

Hooray for a Teutonic victory; they had accomplished -their- goals.

Look at Jonathan Black's dead body.

 

"Huh."

[ΚΨΙΞ 710]

 

As Xander finishes lighting the bodies he takes a moment to step back and admire what he had created. He then looks to the Dreadfort and chuckles "Silly Wong-tong Teutons"

[Abeam 511]

*cheers, crying out,   "NATO!  NATO!"

[ACanadianCraft (Nate) 682]

Jullius stands with several fellow White Rose soldiers, resting a boot upon the neck of a man in a tabbard adorned with a black cross. His removes his flask from his coat, uncorks it, and tip its full contents into his mouth in celebration of the clear victory.

"Aaaah! Reminds me of The Sacking of Malinor! Brutal! -This- is what I signed up for all those years ago!"

Jullius grins confidently, watching a good 80% of the slain Teutonic forces being burned by The Blackmonts.

[Watyll 1104]

TEUTONIC VICTORY

 

Senator Victor Venator crosses the burning bridge quickly, retreating back to the safety of Greywyn. Then all the Teutons cross into the courtyard, pulling wounded brothers into the courtyard. 

 

 

Amidst the sad and demoralized soldiers, a sudden shout calls out!

 

"Victory! Victory for the Teutons!"

 

The men look up in excitement, running to the tops of the battlements. A huge cheer goes up as the Dreadfort collapses, turning into indistinguishable piles of rubble!

 

 

All of the Teutons begin singing, and they hang their gathered trophies on spikes on the battlements. Red bandanas hang upon the spikes. An order comes from the Ordenmarschall to go to the Teuton tavern for a night of drinking and singing. All the brothers, now carousing and dancing, run to the tavern. They gather around in the warm room from the cold night outside. Some wonder how the Blackmonts feel without their own warm rooms to go into, and laugh. Erik dances around with Drelik's head.

 

 

All Teutons had one sure thought in their minds, however, Teutonic victory!

[Esterlen 4499]

[mmat 7460]

Drake stands over the pathetic remnants of the Dreadfort on Greywynn's wall, cheering, its former inhabitants scattering like rats from the might of the Sariants.

[Miquill 188]

"We have victory!" Lucius cries out.

[gg12gg 69]

Lepold stands on the the battlements of Castle Greywynn and overlooks the destruction, victorious but feeling as if he's been through this in another life.