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Norlandic forces charging into the Orenians lines at the battle of Jornheim Fields, 1634. After adjourning a brief court in the Grand hall of Vjorhelm, King Javier Ruric departed and rallied his men before him. He walked out towards the Isle of the Krag, Where all the Coalition forces were stationed, awaiting Javier to give his speech. Walking up to the pedestal, Javier gazed out on all of the coalition forces. To the far left, Rex U’la’Yar and the mighty Warlord Wurzik’Gorkil stood proudly in front of the Orcish horde, alongside them, the great King Leo de Savin mounted his war horse, behind him, the Santegians ready to ride out and face the Orenians. They have spat on King Leo and his people countless times, the Santegians were ready, fire lurking in their eyes. Their weapons were sharpened and armor cleaned. High King Verthaik, dawning heavy armor, stood to the right, the Frostbeards standing proudly in glistening new armor straight from the Uruguan vaults. Next to them, Prince Erolas and his infamous Warhawke skirmishers, nimble warriors ready for any fight. In the middle of the massive rally, stood the proud Norlandic men, nearly all fitted in heavy armor, along with massive kite shields that proudly donned the colors of House Ruric. Crowds of people began to form in front of Javier, waiting to hear what he had to say. Jyor Volaren followed suit and stood to Javiers left. Avalon steps up to Javiers right, donning the silver helm of his people. Jevan follows the three and stands just behind his father Javier. Javier stood in front of his men, proudly surveying each and every Norlander. His gaze then switched to Avalon and Jyor, his spirit at ease, for he knew his kingdom would be in good hands some day. At last, Javier inhaled deeply, facing his mighty citizens once more as he spoke. Javier would gaze over all of the faces before him and begin to speak, his booming voice echoing all throughout the land. “75 Years ago. . . a horrific tragedy happened to our people in Norland. The Sacking of Seahelm. Our people were burned, branded, and posted on crosses. This will not be forgotten. There are few among us today who remember those days.” Javier pauses and looks to Avalon, and a new fire returns to his speech. “Norlanders! We will finally get the revenge for what they did to us! It is time! Brothers and Sisters we march on to the Holy Orenian Empire! We crushed Urguan already, now it's Oren’s turn! Peter ‘The Coward’ Sigismund left the Orenian Empire after losing two battles. We defeated Oren once, but let them live, we shall not be so merciful again!” Javiers voice bellowed over the ranks of the massive coalition army. The soldier’s war cry was almost deafening as they raised their swords and shields. “Remember Seahelm!” Javier looks out upon the thousands of men standing before him. “Let us march now! Men of the free world! Follow me into battle, and I promise you, we will have our revenge!” Javier pulls out his war horn. He nods to Avalon who shuts the visor of his helm, and mounts his steed. Avalon Rides down to the Silversteed ranks, who with incredible precision and unison, march out of the Coalition ranks to lead the vanguard. Javier blows into his horn, and the men of the coalition begin to march, onward to destroy the Tattered Empire. The forces of Norland and the coalition are now on the march towards the Heart of Oren, Adelburg. General: Type of Battle: Skirmish Proposed Tier: T3 Date & Time: Saturday, November 11th 3pm EST, 8pm GMT, 12pm PST. Side A: Kingdom of Norland & Allies Side B: Holy Orenian Empire & Allies Proposed Rules: - No status switching. - All LoTC rules. - No golden apples. - No one day alts.- If a side does not show they forfeit. -No traps Location: (Provide a screenshot of the area being warclaimed from the dynmap.) Location of Skirmish. Route we will take.

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