The Perished Meadows

[Messenger of the Darkness 21]

*The dark wanderer walks up to a hill overlooking the scene.  He surveys the overwhelming scene before him.  

 

He sets the end of his staff in the dirt and he leans down. The figure pinches the dirt and rubs the bloodsoaked soil between his fingers then wiping it off on his dark green robe.

 

He leans down to his goblin servant and whispers two words:*

 

 

"Oren OP" 

[Hanrahan 2885]

Hanrahan steps along the graves and corpses, looking for Tartans. No Adunian shall be buried in this area, not under an Orenian flag, nor under a Creators Cross. A lone wagon in the morning is seen, loaded with the mutilated, bloody, and stench of the Adunian dead. It slowly creaks away to Dal Cais.

[bungo 3963]

((The Lannisters won the first battle against the north, but were soon horrendously defeated in the Whispering Wood. I hope the same will happen with Oren))

((But Lannisters won the war.))

 

Bogdanistan quickly shakes his head at the deceased dwarves soldiers.  Slowly making his way around the dead, he pries a number of swords from the hands of the dead.  Taking the swords into his own hands, he quickly walks off with bloodied hands.

[Aetosion 2057]

Edward Snow grins as he overlooks the carnage, and wipes his blade clean. Over his shoulder is a bag laden with bloodied dwarven steel, to be melted down for scrap. It had been his first true battle, and it had been a good one. The banner-men of House Winter had held their own, taking 3 dwarven heads for every man they lost. It had been a quick battle, but as he looked at the distant walls of the dwarven keep far in the distance, he knew that the war was not over. The Battle for Cloudwater Bridge had been a decisive victory, a fight on open, contested soil, where Oren held a 3:1 numerical advantage, and superior organization, but now the fights would be taken to the dwarven keeps. Humanity would be challenged by those imposing walls, the rain of arrows and stone and ground-rending blasts from atop those same walls. The dwarves have never in recorded history lost a defensive battle, and it'll be up to the forces of Oren to change that. His grin resolved itself stoic, and he turned, bag of loot on his back, sword now sheathed, and made his way back to Abresi where the bannermen were gathered, and to bring the news of the victory to his Lord and father.

 

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Aeto Tsojenn arrived back at the Dreadfort, filled with pride. The Blackmont forces had crushed the Dwarves from the side, held the bridge farther into the Cloudlands, and routed the Kharajyr who had allied with the Dwarves. It was a massacre, and he was happy. 

[GavinTheViking 151]

((Yo since Mog is Hitler from the reaction vid the Oren is Nazi Germany and Dwarves are Russia and Germany won at the beginning but Russia dropped some red country smack down on them towards the end of WW2 ya heard?))

[CloakandDagger 134]

((I prefer to think of it as the American Revolution, yea sure America was on the losing end for the first two years but hey...))

*A cloaked figure walks onto the battlefield*

Allow them their victory, it was not fault nor luck any part, but surely as a blade is hammered before complete so then will the Dwarves suffer loss before prevailing.

[Proddy 2247]

((Yo since Mog is Hitler from the reaction vid the Oren is Nazi Germany and Dwarves are Russia and Germany won at the beginning but Russia dropped some red country smack down on them towards the end of WW2 ya heard?))

(( Only difference is is that Mog isn't trying to kill all the jews, blacks. homosexuals, and disabled people :/ ))

((I prefer to think of it as the American Revolution, yea sure America was on the losing end for the first two years but hey...))

*A cloaked figure walks onto the battlefield*

Allow them their victory, it was not fault nor luck any part, but surely as a blade is hammered before complete so then will the Dwarves suffer loss before prevailing.

(( IMO, it's nothing like the American Revolution. It's two completely different races fighting over corrupt leaders. The American Revolution happened because America wanted their independence ))

[Ibn Khaldun 7729]

((I would like to clarify, this is not saying "Dwarves PK" lol. The fact that we had 300+ seem to have participated in this battle, the dead-fields are representative of the fact that many died and it is a nice add of flavor for players to comprehend the impact of this war thus far.))

[KidKrinkles 269]

Amidst the decay and ruin of the corpses stands a tent erect. Two men work out of it with shovels in hand, digging the graves for the fallen dwarves and humans and adunians alike, doing the God's work, and laying the dead to rest. From their tent rises a light grey smoke and the scent of cinnamon, the only bastion of fair breath among the death. They work solemnly through the night and the bodies begin to wittle and dwindle in number and the stacks seem to fade slowly over time. And their work continues...

 

... and it continues...

 

... and it continues.

[CloakandDagger 134]

(( Only difference is is that Mog isn't trying to kill all the jews, blacks. homosexuals, and disabled people :/ ))

(( IMO, it's nothing like the American Revolution. It's two completely different races fighting over corrupt leaders. The American Revolution happened because America wanted their independence ))

((Cant tell if being serious or joking around, and I was associating it to the American Revolution, because of the "turn around" the war had and the Americans were able to beat a "superior" fighting force.))

[Ibn Khaldun 7729]

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbRgoLl1s6Y

 

 

"Verily the widows will rejoice, their soldiers are in my rank and file in the Perished Meadows. March they will, this legion of mine, every mention of command will be harkened by cohorts many in their respective battle-lines. Tarry not in these fields and pray that you see no vulture, for surely the eye may trick and you will see that the Dead can dance with sword and board. As the vultures are fed on the dead and the women wed to weep for their fallen husbands, so to are Necromancers rejoicing as soldiers lie in graves at attention; readying to be called when the whispers of vain travel to where they are lain." - Necromancer Derict, now fallen at the hands of Archfather Edgar Tarus at the Perished Meadows.

 

Upon the chiseled hills bordering the battlefield of the First Battle of the Twin Kingdoms of Urguan and Oren, there lied a fire crackling with life; the light dancing the furthest it could from it's source. Amongst the smoldering ashes of spruce wood, therein lied the skulls of Dwarves and Man alike in charred form, the border of the fire vaunting the intent of the fire. Two decrepit figures stood, in an array of harsh cackling and rhythmic chants as they screamed banter and hollered orders for more graves to be dug by their ever-growing collective of the Risen. The mob, in their past life fine soldiery of different cultures; have now been grasped onto by the Necromancers to serve ulterior motives.

 

Meanwhile, as the collective of Risen accumulated, one Archfather Edgar Tarus along with Rain Druid Valiel, Father Vaerus, Oswin, Stag Druid Gavin, and Lissa Ransom were assorting alongside a modest tent; shovels and mortar being transported along the grounds. The Archfather, with guideful prayer, saw to task the digging of respective graves complete with well-etched tombstones and vigils given in Dwarven and Common. As the outlines of certain persons were made out from the hill-top, the two Necromancers began to assemble what soldiers were received and went to work.

 

As the moon raised and reflected light bathed the Perished Meadows in dim light, marching could be heard in the distance. Initially ignored as Dwarfish military activity, the tent grounds was soon within view of the two Necromancers as various figures were seen of their silhouettes conversing and laboring. The gruesome view of many Risen-infantry and archers flooded the scene as disorganized ranks were drawn and facing the tent complex. From there, the minions were double-timed towards the tent complex under the cover of darkness, the Risen-infantry drudging towards the complex whilst Risen-archers formed along tree-lines to haphazardly aid with whittled down, yet effective bolts and bodkin arrows.

 

With a sudden jolt of life, the tent complex were thrown into disorder as men and women scrambled within the shanty palisades, the Archfather ordering the grave-diggers to repel the Risen. The Necromancers Persh and Derict watch with amusement as their victims are sent into throes of disorganization, but swiftly their glee turns to disdain as they view several Dwarven legionnaires rushing to their aid. Within hours, the army assembled by the Necromancers are put down for a second time, with Persh having been felled by a motley crew of the Dwarves. Derict retreats along the tree-line in the company of the Risen-archers, issuing forth torrents of arrows to rout any of the Dwarven military and allow him to come face-to-face with the grave-diggers.

 

Stepping briskly around the dug-ins for various cofffins, Necromancer Derict neared the tent complex with impunity; the various people within gasping and readying themselves with swords and shovels arched and bows drawn. Looking with piercing eyes, no words muttered, Derict stares at Edgar Tarus as the Archfather began muttering to himself and occasional jolts of electricity skimmed his hands. Grabbing onto his ebony staff, he grabs the gem on the higher end with a clenched fist; the varicose veins popping out along his hand as the gem begins to glow dark. With a snarl, the Necromancer began speeding his steps, leaping forth with the dark energies at hand.

 

Upon seeing Derict launch himself forward boldly, Tarus begins to outstretch his arms, electricity brimming his forearms as he formed himself as a lightning rod. With Derict in mid-air, a thunder-clap is heard as Edgar Tarus lit yellow as a bolt of lightning coursed through him; spewed out in jagged fashion and striking Derict in a strong show of force as the area lights brightly. Thrown by the force of the lightning bolt, Derict flies back and slides into a grave in mock fashion to those whom he had arisen.