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  1. Svulf would welcome new shields for the shield wall.
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    Svulf would finish bathing his face in a fresh pool of sacrificial goat's blood, the time of the axe was nigh.
  3. It simply cannot happen in a large scale, and the fact people say it has to be broken up into smaller fights proves such. Inherently people want to win fights, and will either powergame or stall emotes, dragging out the process, and every CRP fight I've been in since 2013 has proven such. Defender Default with a cap of 12 autoing to PvP Default is a great system. It's time efficient and relatively fair to all parties involved.
  4. Bigsby is furious he isn't included on clause III of the agreement. Perhaps the Haensemen would've built him a small shire hole in the ground. Bigsby expects Hadrian to compensate him for this transgression...
  5. Bigsby Higgs the Halfling; atop his war-warg hunting down fleeing soldiers of the Horde through the jungle's underbrush. "Small Power."
  6. A long dead man recalls the tale of his heroism, over the Josephite rebels. Ultimately for his norlandic kinsman, his imperial nationality, and his sense of duty. ((Audio Chaos from when we won.))
  7. Somewhere a man sips his tea, "Truly great," he'd mutter before folding the missive and tossing it to the flames.
  8. Slava Ukraine!

  9. The Sacking of Haverlock 7th Tobias' Bounty, 1860 “No quarter for the craven! After them!” Arn van Art, Battle of Haverlock A crisp early morning dawned on the 7th, for the air would have been still and quiet if not for the hundreds of voices crying their voices over the engines of war. The sky was clear, save for the dark round shapes that occasionally pierced the cyan color screeching towards their quarry. The walls of Haverlock were under siege. To the city’s northside lay the Imperial Siege Camp. It bustled as men and women of the Imperial State Army set to the task of tending to their siegeworks. Ditches were dug, latrines made, and armaments tended to, they numbered fourteen thousand and eighty men. Opposite the field were the city walls belonging to the squatters of Haverlock. Atop the battlements crawled the forces of the Coalition, numbering around twelve thousand and eighty men. Hugo van Aert, the Field Marshal of the Imperial Forces cried out and let loose the payload that now slammed into the already crumbling walls of Haverlock. The symphony of heels introduced with a crescendo of bladesong, rang out in tandem with the beautiful harmonies of armor and a chorus of shouting, singing, and cadence. The men of the Ferrymen Company and the Renatians of the County of Blackvale surged from the Imperial camp and rounded the western flank. There they met fierce resistance from the wall’s defenders as the coalition forces put a valiant and dogged resistance to the hardened mercenaries as they had attempted to scale with ladders and breach into the city. It was then a second bugle cried out from the Imperial Camp. Out came charging the men and women of the Imperial Brigades. Soldiers from New Providence and Archisdorf howled as they sailed upon the northern walls that had been waylaid by the bombardment. Here only a handful of the defenders still stood as most of them had gone after the distracting mercenaries and veterans. Coalition soldiers began to flee into the city panicking that they’d been outflanked from the west. It wasn’t long before the men and women of Blackvale and the Ferrymen had descended into the city after the fleeing craven. Soon the defense on the Northern wall shattered solely due to attrition as the vast brigades had outnumbered the northern defenders, slaughtering all to a man. Before long, the opposition lay either slain or under the corpses of their own - hiding from their invaders with less integrity than their revered dead. Women wept, sorrow flooding the streets for now fatherless children were to be brought up in the tarnished soils of Haverlock. Yet for all this sensation of melancholy, it was nothing to compare for the beautiful uproar of those victorious. Imperial colors were hosted above the city as it was pillaged and set to the torch. The squatters had been evicted, the enemies of Oren sent screaming in terror back to their homelands with tens of thousands of dead, and no gains to show for their agression they had enacted upon the Orenian people. Lower Petra has been liberated, and soon the homelands of the coalition will feel the wrath of the dragon. Ave Oren, Ave Renatus, Ave Humanity!
  10. Battle of the Bell 9th Sun’s Smile, 1859 “Forward! Onto Sedan!” The combined forces of the County of Blackvale, The Ferryman Company, and a few orcs of clan Raguk treaded southward towards the motley principality of Sedan. Upon arrival at the accursed den of rats and traitors, the brave men of the Empire bore witness to squatted and ugly manlets, haenser snakes, and of course the peasants of Sedan. As slurs and taunts were thrown at each other through the Sedan's west gate, a member of the Ferryman Company decided to ring the ‘bell’ that was outside its gate. This sent the garrisoned defenders into a maddened frenzy that urged them forward to sally out. The melee was fierce and bloody. The Imperial line clashed with the onrush of the Tripartite forces. Ferrum clashed and bodies began to amass, yet however these bodies were solely Tripartite men and women. Save for the few imperial horses lost, not a single Imperial soldier had died. The Tripartite forces were dumbfounded before a squat dwarf ordered their line to charge again. These events would continue to repeat as time and time again the garrison of Sedan had failed to earn a single kill. The bell rung again… As a queue the Imperials began to run northward. “Tey’re runnin’ away! Afta’ t’em lads!” cried out the urguani manlet. And with that the Tripartite soldiers whooped and hollered as they gave chase. Fools. Field Marshal Hugo van Aert gave the order as they neared the sight of the previous year’s slaughter of the Battle of Lower Petra. The Imperials turned as one and began to bear down onto the now stunned and slowly fleeting Tripartite band. They would not escape. Arn van Aert wheeled a mixed band of Renatian and Sons of Nagg cavalry and slammed into the fleeing front of the Tripartite rout. It truly was a slaughter. The ‘bell’ rang one final time. Seventy men and women of the Tripartite forces had scurried and hid behind the walls of Sedan. Meanwhile the Imperials gave out cries of victory, for all their forces were accounted for. Not a single member of the Imperial mixed band had fallen, a total and complete victory achieved over the coalition. Ave Blackvale, Ave Oren, Ave Humanity!
  11. Arn, now anointed Master of the Horse for his feats at the Battle of Lower Peta, would sigh. "Guess you'll have to stay in the stables, eh?" he'd pat the side of his horse before going to survey the lands around Sedan. The sight of the Tripartite's future tomb.
  12. In the merriment within the house halls of Blackvale upon the news of the marriage; Arn would ponder to himself wondering what marriage would be like...
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