T H U S U N T O R E I N M A R
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16th of Svensmánaðr,
IAÁ 550, Age of Dragonfyre.
It was only the day after the first battle of the war when the conjoined Pontifical Army prepared to march again. Initially, there had been correspondence to speak of a strike against the darkspawn harbored within the lands of Celia’nor, but scouts had revealed that much like Haense the prior day, the lands had been turned into ghost towns. Every sinful nation was scouted, and each was equally empty.
It seemed that now the schismatic forces desired to hide as far from the primary lands of conflict as possible and thus were hiding in the recesses of the world: Reinmar. The scouts also reported the numbers to be far more than had been in Haense prior. The whole of the false covenant had hid within the distant city’s walls.
Captain General Tiberias van Aert and Captain Vangelis Mareno quickly led most of the rally, positioning them to prepare dwarven-made siege-ladders for an attack on the walls. First upon the battlements were Sorcaril and the elves of Caurost. Meanwhile, King Haakon and the High Keeper of Norland held the rally’s flank, forcing a small group of scouts that had sallied out to retreat back inside the city.
From their position atop the walls, the Holy soldiers and their dwarven contingent began to rain bolts and arrows down upon Reinmar’s defenders. Even with superior numbers and a defensive advantage, the Reinmar forces retreated without putting up a fight. They withdrew to conceal themselves within their main keep and barred the doors. Unfortunately for those from the south, however, the castle was far from impenetrable.
Sion Marsyr of Numendil guided King Haakon to a vulnerable window; supported by Krugistan’s strongest warriors, crying out for vengeance and blood for the slain GROMMASH, they breached and entered the castle. Not long before their presence was detected, the false covenant’s forces surged towards their vulnerability. Only by a narrow margin did the small force of holy warriors escape; yet they did so, evading death.
Despite the peril of a hasty descent the Holy forces of Ravenmire and Alba, traditional rivals now united in faith, resolutely mounted a counter-charge leaving several soldiers atop the walls to shield against volleys of arrows. Numenedain rangers returned with volley after volley of counter-fire, whittling at the resolve of the host besieged by their own walls.
Tiberias and Haakon led the rally, initially skirmishing at the castle's entrance before boldly rallying the full might of the host inside. Robert of Ulmsbottom charged alongside the Prince’s Army, showing the ferocity of a true son of Savoie. Azhug’Gorkil and the Urukim warband displayed the full wroth of their Hordespeaker’s death, one participant claiming to have seen a particularly frail Haensemen sent flying through a window at Azhug’s swing. Numenedain and Ravenmire troopers held the flanks at the windows, and the outcome was assured; none would escape.
The battle was gruesome, with such vicious fighting that Tiberias’ blade was bent against the thick skull of a Haenseman. Haakon's furious charge, characteristic of a Northern warrior, propelled his Norlandic soldiers past the central conflict and down the stairs to the wounded.
The fight resulted in a TRIUMPHANT victory for the Holy Forces, slaughtering the greater idolatrous host. With cunning war sense and righteous devotion the Holy host achieved a remarkable feat, defeating all eighty-four of their enemies with only three casualties.
At the conclusion of the battle, when bodies littered each firmament of soil across the bloody doorsteps of Reinmar, all Canonists witnessed a holy sight; the fiery radiance of St. Raguel, the Archaengul of Justice, radiated down upon the holy warriors who were most victorious.
Justice prevailed.