Sarven

BANDIT TROUBLES A BLOODY TOLL As the Haeseni soldiers climbed up the hill at the crack of dawn they would meet a powerful volley of ballista bolts and arrows. The Haeseni assault would be met with heavy resistance, many a man was injured and maimed from both sides, the ballista was only silenced after a well thrown carrion cocktail, battle would ensue outside the fort, peasants, brigands and soldiers clashing in the river and the outskirts around it. "Stop Crows! Lay down yours arms! Or your comrade will lose his other eye!” Ser Gotfrieds call to peace was heard, and the fighting had stopped, as if frozen in time. “Men! Lower your weapons! So that Sacul can be realeased!” Commanded Lord Marshal Manfred, his orders hesitantly followed by the other soldiers. Ser Gotfried would smirk, deeming the parlay successful he would go to bring Sacul to his men, when, suddenly and without warning the tied up soldier would headbutt the knight off the ramparts, falling off and into the river below. The knight would be immensely pissed, having been seemingly betrayed despite the honour he had attempted to show. Sacul had jumped down after him, though having faltered in his fall he attempted to swim away, when he heard behind him; ”Vy just does not learn.. do vy..” His hopes for retreat was quickly eradicated as the cold steel of the knights longsword, penetrated his back, coupled with an arrow injury he has received prior, his injuries were to great for him. He died then and there Sacul Risha, the brave soldier of the Haeseni Royal Army was slain, in the aftermath Gotfired was brutally slaughtered by the soldiers, in revenge for Sacul’s death, one Astoro Jovanovsk dealing the ending blow, putting down the Hedge Knight. With their knight leader slain, many peasants, huntsmen and bandits alike wavered, routing from the battlefield, as the Haeseni soldiers breached into the fort and started their slaughter, soldiers like Darien Frostfire and Fyodor Erhdhart slayed many a man. As the soldiers stood infront of the inner gate what would meet them was a band of peasants, their distraught gazes would be met with cold steely eyes from the Haeseni soldiers. After a series parlays the peasants were to surrender, the huntsmen lay down their bows, the peasants, their pitchforks and billhooks, the bandits and brigands, as well as the knights layed down their lives, all perishing to the HRA. Those routing would later regroup with Geridon... Would the bloodshed continue?

BANDIT TROUBLES OF KNIGHTS AND PEASANTS ”So, what brings vy here? Gold, glory?” Ser Gotfried made small talk with a fellow hedge knight, awaiting the signal from Han’s group to begin the ambush. Suddenly; ”The HRA! The HRA are here! We’re under attack!” A huntsman would bellow alerting the knights and other peasants to the Haeseni soldiers. Within the span of a few seconds, every man was armed and ready, preparing to jump into the fray, the Haeseni made battle with the knights battle began with blows swung and parried, stabbed and blocked. However the blunt weapons the Haeseni brought with them made short work of two of the knights, successfully cronching them. The battle however was not yet over, after a reorganisation of ranks the remaining bandit forces engaged in arduous combat while battle was made in formations a separate one was fought just behind... ”Well then, low born commoner, you wish to duel me?” Gotfried would boastfully speak, changing his longsword grip to a mordhau grip, Sacul would swing his poleaxe, attempting to bring it down upon the knight. His blow would be parried however, his poleaxe bashed aside and finding himself on the ground. As the knight would go to his dagger Sacul slashed at the knights legs, tripping him as he’d attempt another jab, the knight would fall onto Sacul. Following this a scuffle would ensue the knight trying to stab Sacul in his visor and Sacul desperatly fighting for his life. ”Why wont you focken die!” Gotfried yelled as he’d bring his dagger down upon Sacul. With his eye lost, Sacul would be dragged away by Gotfried back to the fort and left to the barber for hasty treatment. ”Barber, make sure this man’s eye is treated, he will be of use later...” The siege of the fort was delayed yet once more as the Bandits gritted their teeth at the loss of so many knights....

BANDIT TROUBLES AMBUSH IN THE NORTH ”One, two, three..... five, seve- Eh, close enough” Hans counted up the fresh men that had came in, joining their cause from all over the Haeseni country side, many for the same reason. Years prior in the great Scyfling war, they were abandoned by their military and later in their war torn villages, forced to make peace with an outsider that had killed husbands, wives, brothers and sisters, soldiers and meager farmers. They would soon be joined by bandit and brigand, deserter and hedge knight, all seeking glory, gold and fame in the raids and battles to come. Leading this band of ragged men and women, commoners and knights, was Geridon, a former officer of the Haeseni Royal Army he had at first hand seen the devastation that the war had brought upon the people, this coupled with his greed and eagerness to gain greater gold he deserted and started his rouge faction, the ‘Crimson Arms’ ”Shhh’ere’ey come lads! Ready yourselves! We face down the dogs who dare abandon us! Who later dare to call themselves our protectors! Let us show them our steel!” With a powerful speech such as that, any peasant would die for the cause, those nervous steeled themselves, those unnerved grew confident. However, as battle was inititated and as bilhooks and pitchforks clashed with swords, it soon turned into a one sided slaughter, many a man was slain. Geridon looked about, eyeing the dead corpses, even his own moral would faulter, leaving behind the others and his friend Galand to the enemy, he escaped by a hair back to the fort Radzig’s Brigands fared better, their superior arms and armour putting up a hefty resistance to the Haeseni soldiers, many a man was injured on both sides and the brigands were ultimately slain, the hedge knight who came to assist them, one “Ser Dieter” was quickly overwhelmed but not before inflicting injuries upon several soldiers, spared via the codes of chivalry, his ransom was paid, and he retired himself from the battle. The skirmish was costly for both sides, more so for the Crimson Arms who had lost nearly two thirds their men, they had however managed to repulse the HRA, preparing for the siege to come, many more peasants and other undesirables join their ranks, as they prepare for a last stand.

What a chad, now add a proper Warhammer

Very cool

Huh I wonder who that is.....

*He’d yawn as he’d open his front door in the morning to see the crumpled mess, picking it up he’d an amused expression bloomed on his face* ”Heh, nice work Buck, when’s the next edition?”

*Would rear* ”Liberated? Ah I see, so from ‘democracy’ to monarchy? Doesnt sound very free to me” *Marcus would scoff*

*Would take a seat after a long day of work, having bought the newspaper, he’d give a smirk and give it a read* ”Heh, ‘Knight in shining armor’ at’s a good one” *he’d chuckle*

*would be dusting off his medals and would readjust his medal on his armor* "Ahh, ye'old'en days"

very cool

Lol, aight lez go Marcus signs the petition

Yes

*Remembers fondly of childhood, his father telling him of the tale, he would remember he himself telling the story to his own son who had now grown up and who he himself one day, will continue the tale.* ”Ahh, good times, ‘I would have perished had I not persisted.’ used the saying myself in my earlier days...” *Marcus would remark, fondly.*

Very cool +1

*As Marcus would walk the streets of Reza, still in recovery from a previous battle he’d hear the news on the streets, dropping to the floor of his blacksmith he’d clutch his head as he’d shed a tear* ”R-r......Robin....No.... why!!” *His age had made him much more emotional then his younger counterpart, partnered with the death of Bjorn just months before he would be devastated* ”Fri...firends.... I-I shall join you in time... in the skies....rest well, Ser Robin...” *He’d sniffle as he’d rummage through his memories From the days Robin was a soldier under his command to when he became Knight Paramount, Marcus forever and always will and had respected Robin, a reminder of younger days*

*Marcus ran to Bjorn, as he was against the wall, throwing off his bucket of a helm he ran to him* ”BJORN!! Bjorn!! GET’A MEDIC’ERE! NOW!!” *He’d hastily say as he’d run to his comrade shedding a lone tear as he’d go to raise Bjorns head, he then accepted, saving Bjorn was beyond his ability. To ease his friends suffering he would reach for a small canteen of wine and offer it to Bjorn, and though he accepted, the wine just flowed down his neck.* “I-its alright, dear friend, comrade, brother-in-arms, I shall be with you soon, in the seven skies...” *He’d go to lift up Bjorn, proceeding to carry him out of the tower, though his mission still to be completed....*

Yeah I know, crossbows and bows cant pen Plate armour, even point blank, fire arms would be essentially be extremely powerful so they’d need a hefty counter balance

If firearms are to be added they should be extremely basic, like cannons and AT MOST rudimentary muskets that although deadly have a very high chance to miss. Firearms render all armour essentially useless, having them being widespread would fundamentally change LOTC.

”Hmpf, a time for reform I see, well lets see what comes next..” *Would say with hope, ready for times of new reform and optimistically awaiting what comes next*

*Marcus looks up from his forge, after the news would be muttered through the streets* ”About time... Finally, some resemblance of peace, my comrades, your deaths were not in vein...” *He’d say a prayer for his fallen friends who he cherished so dearly* ”Heh, surely you can find peace... This ‘Alliance of Independent States’ didn’t last for shite, while we stand forever steadfast! Ave Haense! Ave Oren! Ave the Empire! *He’d cheer as a few other bystanders joined him, he’d look to his clean Knightly Armor of the Golden Hussars, dawning it and taking a nice stroll through the streets.

”Damn shame he died in such a way... may his soul find peace” *Marcus would say, mourning for another fallen comrade*

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*With crutches in hand, Marcus would shed a tear, From the early days of the brotherhood he rose the ranks with Tharik and now, with his passing, amongst himself, little remains of the old brotherhood. He’d look up at the skies and solemnly say.* “We had great times, old friend, may you rest in peace, I’ll uphold your honour, and do as you ask of me.” *He later answered Aedans demands.* “We’ll see lad, we’ll see....”

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