Vege

Ooc: MC Name: vegetarianism Do you have skype?: yes Do you have Teamspeak?: yes Are you a GM alt spying on us? no im only a trial-trial GM IC: Name: Clive the jester Place of Residence: wherever the wind takes me How many fruit carts do you squat?: around 40 Do you have battle experience?: yes I am the best Do you pledge yourself to the Captain, so long as he is fit to lead?: my body soul and heart

No Stone Left Unturned “As the rats scurry into their hiding holes, we shall follow and smoke them out.” -Commander Edmund Torryn addressing the Courlandic host after the slaughter at the Battle of Elba. Courlandic Cavalry lining up before the Battle of Elba. Circa; 1603 As the daylight came across the great plains of the Heartland, dancing pleasantly across the green and lush landscape, the evidence of the battle held within Elba became clearer than it had been before. The green grasses and vibrant flowers native to the region gave way to the ripped, and scarred landscape of the battlefield. Bodies still laid half covered by mud and blood, across the lines of battle. Yellow banners, once golden in colour and shining, now were ripped to pieces, bloodstains all too evident of their bearers fates. The Haensetic camp, scorched and smoldering, now home to no army but of the dead men who tried so desperately to halt the Courlandic advance. Surrounded by the misery of war, the Courlandic men were a stark contrast to the land they helped ruin. Smiling faces, cheerful ‘good morning’s and laughter filled the air about the cook fires as the army stirred from its hard won victory. As the men set about packing their plunder, dismantling their tents, and loading their wagons, the architects of the Courlandic strategy looked on with relief stricken faces. Having spent many an restfulness night, revising and adjusting their plans and formations, training and drilling their levies, or sitting solemnly in contemplation of the coming battle, the sights before them were a well needed relief. As the day came to its fullness, the Courlandic army was prepared to march North, its caravan loaded with the plunder and wounded returning to Aleksandria while fresh carts and horses carried their supplies forth in the baggage train. As the Stauntonite retinue came to the head of their men to lead them through the Northern pass, cheers erupted down the line as the men caught sight of their great leaders. Riding forth on great warhorses in brilliant regalia, and surrounded by the equally impressive sight of their Pages and Squires, came Edmund Torryn, Glendon Stafford, Abdes de Savin, Frederick Staunton-Baden, and Roman Palaiologos. The great commanders of the Courlandic army waved to their men, but none received as much frenzy or adoration as King Tobias Staunton as he rode his lumbering horse down the marching line in a show of great power, and grace. With eagerness did the forces begin to move, first through the rocky and encumbering pass to the North, then to the valley beyond. Turning abruptly, once through the mountains, the men of Courland found themselves marching through to the high rock faces, and towering peaks of the mountain range beyond the valley. Once here, they followed a winding and twisting path, which once manoeuvred through, emptied their host to the banks of the Sea. Here, the men of Courland were closer to the Haensetic lands than they had ever been since the fall of the Orenian Empire, the sting of their peace agreement still burning within many a mans heart. But as their forces came through the mountains, the men knew they would face the first true test of their strength. For while the Courlandic forces were busying themselves putting the sword to the Haensetic forces south, the Lords of Vanir of the March of Vasiland had prepared an impressive fortification to the north in the hopes to quell the Courlandic advance before it breached the Kingdom of Haense-Ruska’s borders. The green and black banners blowing wildly marked the re-emergence of Courland in the North, their thoughts moving to the claiming of their ancestral title, after relieving the House of Barbanov from their duties, as Wardens of the North. WARCLAIM Tier Chosen (This cannot be changed after the first warclaim is held): 1 Type of battle: Siege Date And Time: March 25th, Saturday 3pm EST, 7pm GMT Side A: Kingdom of Courland + Allies Side B: Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska + Allies Location and boundaries: Direct Area: https://gyazo.com/4b19f90261e3f4e41f7dbdd2956aa8f7 Surrounding area of battlefield for reference to location: https://gyazo.com/1debc1171c4f0c0f8012e6d20fe2bdc4 Terms of Victory Upon Victory For... Victory for the Attackers: All Hansetic forces are killed, flee the battlefield or lock themselves underground for over 20 mins. Victory for the Defenders: All Courlandic forces are killed or flee the battlefield REWARDS Offensive Victory: Courland takes Vasililand and may follow on with a siege of the city of Saint Karlsburg. Defensive Victory: Haense remain in control of the March of Vasiland, and have the option to either skirmish the following week or wait for another siege in two weeks time. Rules No status switching. All LoTC rules. No golden apples. No one day alts. TNT enabled. No modifications can be made to Vasiland and its surrounding area upon the posting of this warlclaim.

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