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Post by Éléonore Rousseau on Jan 24, 2017 9:32:10 GMT
With the attack made Lisa looked to her necromancer. “Can you remove the spell?” She demanded to know. He nodded. “it will take time I will have to remove it in section. I shall get on it at once!” He bowed and went to prepare. As they somehow got pinned in by a massive holy flaming ring she breathed in and out quietly. Her army was still prepping defensive positions only now with more haste. “Out retreat path is gone now our defense to avoid a wider conflict turns into a battle for survival.” Unfortunately for the mercs their rider was not present before the whole event and so never arrived. She however already saw dwarves attacking as they ran into the first line of spears most who ran into this had to fight the skeleton shield wall. This would not hold however as her position was such she had to guard every direction but the damned lake! Shields from most of the infantry held strong against the arrows slung but the blunder buss’s blasted past the weaker ones of the initial skeleton reserves. This however meant her own archers could fire back sending small clouds of arrows into the dwarven infantry. The boar bound riding dwarves met with the heavy Dark Knights of the Vaundsburg force. Glowing eyed undead armored steeds with deathly heavy armored riders came in with lances aiming to down the riders who dared try to meet them using the longer range of their lances. Once these were used they would switch to closer melee weapons, swords, maces, warhammers or battle axes to wield along side their shields in combat. Meanwhile the undying guard of elite heavy infantry all undead who had served in life and volunteered to serve in death marched to reinforce the line most likely to face the enemy paladins or orcs depending on which one showed up first. The mortal soldiers were spread evenly across the area trying to keep strong defenses aside from the skeleton reserves wherever a foe might attack. This left them spread thin however and it meant they may have to fight inside the town more if pushed. Lisa worked to keep her forces rallied as best she could but communication was not easy. As the first second of the spell was removed she realized how much effort it was taking the one necromancer. Having no idea what side the mercs were on she’d engage them only upon them engaging her forces. Until then she had to hope the forces of Gyn would face the Orcs and buy her army time. Soon she’d have holy dwarven armies and a air ship force along with an army of paladins and Clerics all bearing down on her forces. In an attempt to at least scatter the damn ships she summed what power she had that may help. She called up a swarm of anger bats from a cave a ways back. The swarm flew up and began to attack and harass the enemy ships. It could not damage the ships really but if it hounded the crew and made them less effective all the better. However she knew it’d only last a short time before they fled and ran back home and the air ships would be a problem again. Garruk Alexandra Feanor Feanor Alexa Dawning Dawning Harrier Wren Wren
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Post by Alexa Dawning on Jan 24, 2017 12:58:41 GMT
Force: 250 Heavy Tyran Infantry -150 Halberdiers (Heavy dwarf forged armor, Halberds, Heavy short blades) -100 War Doors (Heavy dwarf forged armor, Tower shields, Heavy short blades) -50 Heavy Crossbows (Heavy dwarf forged armor, Heavy dwarf made crossbows, Heavy short blades) 275 Holy Warriors -100 Clerics of Thyra (Healing and Light Magic; bearing medium dwarf forged armor and crossbows) -75 Paladins of Roxayne (Typical Paladins, sword, shields, horses, etc; heavy dwarf forged armor, heavy horse) -75 Paladins of Hafayne (Archer Paladins; Longbows, medium dwarf forged armor) -25 Clerics of Corrack (Earth and Light Magic; heavy dwarf forged armor, axes or hammers, shields)
The rider from the Sons ( Tane Merek ) was met at an opening in the earthen rampart. The lead infantry guard checked him over, then let him inside, directing him to where the Countess and Prince Ineirin were talking. "Our arrival seems to have coincided with a siege of Therien, Your Highness." She turned and bowed her head to the Prince. It was true that during the years of the Empire that Aerlion and Mapheri were enemies more often than not, but Alexa had found them to be hard workers and excellent fighters. On the long march up, she had witnessed several training matches, and his soldiers were at the very least the equal of the Roxayne Knights. "I have sent word to the Steward, through divine sending, that we have arrived." She took a deep breath as the sky lit up with fire as Dwarven airships let loose the conflagration on the force full of undead. It was at this point that the rider from the Sons arrived. "It would appear I am late to the party, good rider, and not fully dressed..." She chuckled at herself, then turned fully to the rider. "Tell your captain that his forces are welcome to fight with us, and his price, if fair, will be met by County Dawning and the Church of Resplendent Dawn. We also have a hundred skilled healers, so you will lose less soldiers if you fight with us." She nodded, dismissing the rider back to his captain. Before he went to far, though, she stopped him. "Ware the orcs, good rider." With that she turned back to the Prince. "If we can contact those in the airships, we may be able to combine with them and snuff the undead blight before us. You have no love for the Empire, and if I am to tell the truth, I prefer a world where Tyre rules itself as well." She admitted, speaking low enough so only the Prince could hear. "Still, Therien needs aid. Will you fight alongside us?"
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Post by Harrier Wren on Jan 24, 2017 14:26:07 GMT
Once more the ghost whispered in Harrier's ear. The situation had changed drastically -- as if she couldn't tell from the flying ships and the gouts of flame, only a few hundred yards from her. OOC/ V = Vaundsburg A = Airships T = Tyre and Gull Knights O = Orcs W = Wargs H = Ageing elite forces loyal to Steward Harmon G = Gyn S = Sons D = Dwarven ground forces
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Post by Rhun Llewelyn on Jan 25, 2017 10:35:10 GMT
The Gyn soldiers escorted the youngest Llewelyn son through the makeshift camp that had spilled through Breckon town, the knight taking in the numbers that he could see, the weaponry, and most importantly the mood. It was tense at best, something was happening out there to put the Gyn military on edge. Even he couldn’t help but resting his hand on the pommel of Starfang, the weapon at his belt, moods, they were scarily infectious. “Wait in her Sir Llewelyn. Her lady shall be returning soon.” The guard said with a bow. “We have prepared your Western comforts.” He nodded towards a small table that had been scattered with several small effects. “Thank you…” He didn’t know the guards name and he was already heading back towards the southern gate. Oh well, he would just have to wait for a later time. His horse had been tied outside the tent, given water and feed much like Rhun himself it would appear. He removed his riding gloves, the straps of the armoured gauntlet first followed by the leather glove beneath, they were placed on the table corner along with his sword belt. His shield would remain as it was on his horse. “Western comforts huh?” He said to himself taking in the goblet and wine that had been left of the table, it was a heavy red blend clearly from the sun-basked and well built lands of southern Gyn. His father was known for importing large quantities of the liquid whenever summer had started to fade, for he always said that the warmth of a Gyn grown red would get anyone through a cold winter. Rhun had to agree. He took a sip and enjoyed the complex flavour that was filling yet not as heavy as the harsh wines grown on the nearby farms of the Brecon Marches. Alongside the wine they had placed bread and salt, the customary greeting of lords from before the empire had fallen, it was a tradition that many still maintained especially those of the west and northern territories. He tore the bread while awaiting the Lady of the House. It was a thick and heavy crust, yet perfectly baked beneath. Quite unusual for a marching army but he supposed with the ruler of the kingdom in attendance they would have a master baker in camp. Dipping the chunk of bread into the pile of salt that lay on fine bone carved plates he took a taste and embraced the sharpness of the salt against the full bread flavour, clearly the Gyn knew how to impress and if this was merely a war camp, by the Old Gods he’d declare that he be sent on the next diplomatic journey to the city itself. It would not be long until the tent door was thrown open however and the Lady Feanor herself entered. Rhun lowered his head in a bow as many nobles would understanding the seeming haste that she known. Yet he couldn’t help but revel in her presence even just for the minute. She was beautiful and far from his initial thoughts, never in a thousand ages would he have guessed as such from hearing of the Lady of Gyn. She asked him of his name. “Yes that is correct My Lady. Errant-Knight of House Llewelyn. Second Son of Lord Gryph Llewelyn, Warden of the Brecon Marches and current Lord of Breconhall.” By the gods that sounded stupid, but he was so used to saying it now. He watched as she collected her helmet and other gear from around the tent, clearly something had been announced and it wasn’t pleasant. She requested of him a need and the inner knight stood tall at the request even if the young noble had question of the why. “Of course My Lady. Allow me some riders and we shall at least cause them to halt their advance.” He grabbed his gloves from the table, regretfully abandoning the half finished goblet of wine and nearly eaten bread. He would have to return to finish them. “Also if you may, if you allow the use of your fastest messenger or raven, the fishing town of Marien lies half a days ride down the river, their Lord is a Bannerman to my father and can muster a small force of skilled Brecon Men, they could be here by nightfall if we act swiftly.” He wouldn’t command it of her, but the option would be nice. “In the mean time though. It will be an honour to accompany your cause.” His gloves had been put back on by now and the straps of his gauntlets tightened, usually a job for a squire but for Rhun, such novelties were in the past, his squire, a young lad from Therien of all places had been stricken down by River Fever some months past near Perona and had been buried not much further north. He released himself from the tent and moved to his horse, where from the straps on the back he released his travelling packs. A guard nearby moving them into the Lady’s tent where they would be protected from would-be-thieves. He did unfasten his helm and pull it over his head, assuring that for now the visor was up and not blocking his vision, his shield was also strapped to his arm, best to do it now before they started the ride. “Lady Feanor.” He called out as he mounted his stallion. “May the Gods watch upon you, both Old and New. For I very much hope that we meet again after this. Your wine and bread is far to good to pass up.”
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Post by Alexandra Feanor on Jan 25, 2017 17:44:14 GMT
Location: The Road outside of Brecken Town Accompanying Force: 100 Broken, 1750 Soldiers, 25 Golems, 10 Constructs. With the fighting to her south boxed in, Alexandra paid the undead less and less mind, though it was not out of her head completely. She made sure that the town was still secured before she would leave, giving the soldiers and militia there the run of the defenses before pulling up what she could remember about the land around her. Mostly farms, it was unlikely that they would be able to find cover once they took to the open field. Why was she still planning on moving out though? Well, the orcs could serve one of two purposes, those being rather simple. They could first become the primitive monsters expected of them and attack the villages on the way to the Summer Palace. While Alexandra would not be able to stop the onslaught, she did plan on evacuating the villages she could and getting them back to Brecken. This would not be too difficult if the Orcs kept their end of the deal and Brecken would be able to defend itself more capable than the other towns due to the presence of the Rebels already. The second was what she was more so hoping on, and that was the removal of the distraction the steward possessed. With the guards the man had he would be able to hold out in that palace of his indefinitely, the land likely having stockpiled more than enough supplies and trying to assault the palace in her current numbers would be stupid. Yet, if she could use the Orcs without a single command to throw themselves at the guards, it would weaken the Steward's hold and allow Alexandra's men to wrap around and put the orcs in a rather precarious place. Normally she would shy away from using life as a tool rather than preserving it but as far as she was concerned the orcs that were moving over Therien looked like savages to the people of the region and using her timely rescue as a ploy she could more easily learn about the recent events and help shape them. The arrival of the Orcs was rather fortunate, as it gave her that opportunity the other force might have simply abandoned. She continued to think about this while securing her necessary gear to her horse when she heard Rhun Llewelyn suggest the force that he could bring up in a short time. Any siege would take long enough for that group to arrive, hell a battle could if the veterans of the Steward were as good as the locals made them sound. The need for more men was certainly a thought in her mind as she considered the idea and thought over the pros and cons. After a few moments, she nodded, answering the young man. "I can get one of my soldiers to deliver you a bird, though I would prefer you remain alongside myself and my men. I am curious to see what you can do."Her eyes traced over the soldiers around, looking for the familiar lord that she had met with earlier. She was still curious about this Solaiel individual, unsure what to think about him. He seemed every bit normal human but that assessment struck her as wrong and she could not figure out why which made her a bit uneasy. The search for the man was interrupted by a new message, its contents being rather surprising as the Orc seemed to want the Palace far more than it wanted plunder, a fact she could exploit and work with. His only terms were not to follow his soldiers, something she would not need to do if this all worked out the way she intended for it too. The first action would be to send a force out to secure villages and ensure they are safely brought to Brecken down, nothing more than two and a half hundred should be able to handle this without hiccup. The second part was what became a bit harder, considering if she got too close to the Orcs they might consider it an act of aggression. Something important she noted was the location of a port to the north, one that could be a logical place for her to proceed to and was rather close to the summer palace. If she made for that than Garruk might assume she was attempting to secure a place for her men to leave from and no longer seeing reason to be here. Once done all she would need to do is wait at the port or even take secured ships towards the Summer Palace itself and move through the woods to get to the Orcs. The thought ate at her as she pulled up onto the horse and her hand etched a symbol into the Orc's message, the ink forming the following message to be returned. My men will not follow you, but they will be heading to secure the port in the north and to ensure the villages are safe and its people guarded. The captain in charge of the smaller force would be getting a small force of his own together with the local soldiers, rebels, and militia, using this group as a defense for the others who cannot fight, but also as a reserve force. While unlikely that Alexandra will need to call for aid, assuming the mercenaries take up her offer, they would serve as a new defense force should the Orcs take out enough of the Steward's men. If not, then they could spark a civil war to put the prince on the throne, either end would bring profit and influence into the area for Gyn without an area of direct control and Alexandra needing to supply troops in order to protect that area of control. She looked at Rhun Llewelyn again and cleared her throat in case the man was just as distant as she had been a moment before. "Rhun, we are going to head north to the port and decide on the next move from there. A bit of information for those soldiers of yours assuing the Orcs nearby turn their escapade into a full-blown siege."
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Post by Garruk on Jan 25, 2017 23:22:34 GMT
Moving towards Northern Port: 150 Wolf Riders Moving towards Northern Village: 375 Orc Warriors | 10 Rhinoceros Knights Moving towards Gyn: 1125 Orc Warriors | 100 Wolf Riders | 15 Rhinoceros Knights Garruk growled at the latest missive from Gyn. Apparently they confused the words ' Following' and ' Going in the same direction' like they weren't effectively the same to him or his army. If she wanted to act like the villages were so important, she could fight over their ashes or leave. " Take the message to the captain of the main group to have his wolves cut off any riders that try to push north and turn to advance on that army." He patted the crow on his arm affectionately, however false that emotion was. " And you, take this to the idiot." The second raven took the scrap of paper with poorly scrawled handwriting. You seem to be stupid. Going north is following my horde. You can't secure burned ports with dead men. My wargs will beat you there with plenty of time to burn the town and everyone in it. If you fight my horde, we shall do just that. If you withdraw south, I will turn my attention back the Palace and won't kill every villager in Therien. In the south the wargs of the main army moved to cut off any riders moving north, not so subtly or so peacefully. They hadn't been given very explicit orders and so anyone they tried to stop, the one hundred wargs would be trying to kill. The main army turned about and moved in battle lines drawn against the army of Gyn, Rhinoceros Knights in the rear intending to fight their foes in the nearby town. Each company of three hundred seventy five orcs formed into six ranks. The front two consisting of warriors with tall shields, axes, swords, and maces; the second two with circular shields and spears, the final two with bows though they had shields and swords as well. Garruk turned his attention to the supposed northern port that had interested Gyn. Moving towards it aggressively would force them to either agree to his terms of not following him or try and chase down warg riders that were a lot faster than horses. The handful of rhinoceros knights and single infantry company turned towards the northern village that lied just barely north of them. Almost four hundred orcs would make short work of that village unless she complied. Alexandra Feanor Rhun Llewelyn Solaiel
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Post by Prince Ineirin on Jan 26, 2017 4:06:23 GMT
Alexa Dawning"The siege of Therien..." Ineirin mused, resting his chin on his hands as he studied the field. It was unexpected. They had passed travelers and messengers from both sides with rumors of war or long-lost Mepheri heirs. Quite frankly, Ineirin had no desire to see a Mepheri heir on any throne, and certainly not one with such strong ties to the old empire. A steward was acceptable and certainly couldn't make claim to the Empire, certainly not against kingdoms of ancient lineages like his own. But a Mepheri? Well, that could complicate things. Not immediately, but in time, if the empire returned and sought to reassert itself, it'd only be a matter of when and not if they moved against Aerlion again. That was something he could not allow. And the key to turning that in their favor could depend on what happened today. He frowned, thinking, and stepped respectfully aside so as not to listen in on the conversation with the mercenary messenger. If both died, Aerlion was free. But if one could be persuaded to recognize Aerlion sovereignty or perhaps even superiority to Therien, that could be incredibly beneficial. But only if they survived. "You are correct," he said in answer to the Countess, "Mepheri's treatment of Aerlion was tyrannical and oppressive. To see them return would be to see our lives and religion put at risk." Ineirin's voice was low and grim as he watched the battle unfold before them. "And we too would prefer to rule ourselves." He nodded his head in acknowledgement of her quiet admission. "But I cannot in good conscience stand by and let innocent people be killed by orc and undead raiders." The prickle in his veins raised in intensity, kindling into what felt like a small flame. The Sea-Blood was a powerful gift, but it had its drawbacks. Many would dream to have the blood of a god running through their veins, but it had a will of its own. A blessing and a curse. Right now, it yearned to take the fight against the undead. He grimaced as the heat sparked in his veins, sending his mind soaring like a bird on the wing. He caught a sense of the divine energy that flooded this battle-field. The other Gull Knights would be feeling the same now too, itching for battle, perhaps even to the point of a battle-fury. He didn't relish that state, for it was a time the Sea-Blood raged and would drive them on regardless of risk or plan. His pulse pounded in his ears. Ineirin needed something to do and quickly, before it grew too strong. An idea struck him as he caught sight of the lake and the fishing boats tied to the dock just outside the skeleton lines. It would be dangerous. "Have you heard back from the Steward?" There was a curious lilt to his voice. "We are not excellent cavalry. But..." He pointed to the boats. "None can match us on the water." He moved his finger, tracing the shore of the lake until it disappeared on the far side to where the palace lay. "We can take a boat to the palace and secure the steward. Mayhaps even withdraw him safely to the encampment here." He turned to the countess. "We'll need coordination with the airships, however, to keep their attention so we can take a boat."
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Post by Alexa Dawning on Jan 26, 2017 17:32:09 GMT
Force: 250 Heavy Tyran Infantry -150 Halberdiers (Heavy dwarf forged armor, Halberds, Heavy short blades) -100 War Doors (Heavy dwarf forged armor, Tower shields, Heavy short blades) -50 Heavy Crossbows (Heavy dwarf forged armor, Heavy dwarf made crossbows, Heavy short blades) 275 Holy Warriors -100 Clerics of Thyra (Healing and Light Magic; bearing medium dwarf forged armor and crossbows) -75 Paladins of Roxayne (Typical Paladins, sword, shields, horses, etc; heavy dwarf forged armor, heavy horse) -75 Paladins of Hafayne (Archer Paladins; Longbows, medium dwarf forged armor) -25 Clerics of Corrack (Earth and Light Magic; heavy dwarf forged armor, axes or hammers, shields)
Alexa grinned and nodded. She had heard many who had served in Tyra's navy speak to the fact that even their elite ship crews could only just match the best that Aerlion fielded. They were born to the sea, whereas Tyre had inherited dominance and training from the Empire. She was certain that when they said they would be unmatched afloat, they meant it. "Do it, take any of Hafayne's Paladins or Clerics of Thyra you may need, they will follow your lead, Your Highness." She said with a nod. She wasn't a blood thirsty person, but she had been trained to take to battle with decisiveness. "Coordination will be worked on, but we will get you to those boats." She said, then turned to the camp. After looking for a moment, she saw the Captain of Roxayne's Knights and waved him over. "Prepare your Paladins to ride. We have to secure those docks." "Yes, Countess." The Knight nodded, saluting with a fist to his breast, then turned and began shouting orders. Next she waved over the leaders of Corrack's and Hafayne's holy warriors. "I am sorry to ask this, but we need to secure the docks from the undead army. Do you have the energy to erect more battlements?" She asked of the Corrackian Cleric. "Hmph, we'll do as we must to thwart those besterds." He said as he looked with a critical eye towards the docks and nodded. "And we will need any of your Paladin's Prince Ineirin needs to go with him on the water, he has proposed a mission that may save this day." The head Paladin of Hafayne looked the Prince over and nodded. "I've got a few archers born to the coastal lands. They won't be as good on the water, but the best we've got." She replied to Alexa. Alexa nodded, and they went off to prepare their forces. Within a few minutes, the battlements were fallen back into the earth, and the infantry had formed a wedge to the fore while the Roxayne knights took up vanguard and flank positions. The rest were arrayed in the middle of the formation. "Your Highness, let's get you to those boats." She said as her relatively small army began to move in an ordered fashion toward the docks. With a grin, Alexa nodded to the other Clerics of Thyra. They had coordinated with the Cleric within the walls, so the Steward would know of the plan. As the army moved, the Clerics of Thyra raised their voices in prayer, and brilliant light engulfed the army as if they were the sun. One hundred and one voices sang plea's to their Goddess, and she answered by giving courage to the small holy host.
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Post by Prince Ineirin on Jan 28, 2017 0:09:02 GMT
Alexa Dawning Ineirin listened as the countess arrayed and organized her forces. An army, small as it was, should be enough to take the docks, but it also captured a great deal of attention. He would need to use both if they were to secure the boats and move on the palace. His honor-guard came up to him, clad in armor and carrying lances whose tips gleamed in the sunlight. They were leading his horse and Ineirin swung up into the saddle, taking his shield and lance from his squire. He turned to the lead Hafayne paladin and nodded. "Excellent, make them ready. We will need all the support we can have to make it past their forces." He dropped tightened the straps on his shield as the army began to move forward. "The Sea-Blood can move the currents to aid our rowing, but we will be vulnerable nonetheless. A contingent of Roxayne paladins will join us as well. No more than ten. These boats won't be large enough for horses." He kicked his horse and the animal moved forward, snorting and pawing the ground in excitement. He was a war-horse and knew what was coming, but not today. Today was going to be something else. With the lance held firmly in hand, he dropped the visor on his helmet and sent the horse into a trot, pulling the reins to pull them away from the center and to the left flank. It would be closer to the docks when they arrived. His honor-guard nudged their horses into position behind and around him, unfurling the pennants of the kingdom of Aerlion as they continued to advance. The undead forces began to shift, caught between two holy forces- one of fire and the other burning with a searing divine light. Ineirin's heart pounded in his chest as the exhilaration poured through his veins. The prickle of the Sea-Blood exploded into a full tempest that raged through the knight's bodies. A war-cry tore from their throats- wild and fierce and deep as the sea itself. Aerlion was going to war. Small scale at first, yes, but it was still a war. Ineirin looked ahead to the docks, calculating which of the barely distinguishable boats would be best suited for the mission. They needed to be large enough to carry men and armor, sturdy enough to survive enemy arrows, and have oars at the ready. He split up his honor-guard in his head, directing them to which of the boats, spreading out the Sea-Blood among the varied vessels to ensure beneficial currents, not to mention their skill at oar.
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Post by Rhun Llewelyn on Jan 28, 2017 9:50:46 GMT
“Aye a bird would do fine, My Lady.” Rhun said in reply to Alexandra’s own words. Waiting momentarily as a hand was waved and a guard dispatched. Her concern turning not to his request for men but more to the apparent decision to seperate from her own sight. It was understandable, while the Brecon Marches were allies to many kingdoms across Ardell, Rhun was an un-known factor in a situation that continually grew tenser. “Fear not Lady Feanor, I will merely send the bird, my sword is yours for this coming storm.” He felt slightly odd swearing to a liege-lord that wasn’t a result of a direction of Breconhall, but it also seemed to be the right thing to do. His hand rested on the pommel of Starfang, the ancient blade so far still hidden in the scabbard at his waist. Soon the weapon would indeed be drawn, hopefully it would allow him to be victorious should the need come. “My Lord Llewelyn?” A cage had been brought before him, the guard also loaning the knight a sheet of parchment and the tools to write upon it with. A fine blue stained ink, that Rhun dabbed onto the end of the eagle feather quill he had been given. He would write a simple message upon the parchment. To Lord Hamish of Marien. I request of thee, as many riders prepared for war as you can spare on such short notice. The Situation is dire and the House of Llewelyn stands alongside the banners of Gyn upon the north of Breckontown. Dispatch what is available to Therien immediately. Errant-Lord Rhun Llewelyn, Second Son of Gryph Llewelyn, Lord of Breconhall and warden of the Brecon Marches and all who reside within. The letter was rolled, sealed and from within the cage a white dove was released with the letter secured to its left foot. The bird disappeared into the sky, it’s white form fading into the clouds until Rhun could no longer determine where the small carrier was against the sky’s light. “It is done.” He made note, soon with luck the Marches would send aid to Gyn and Lady Feanor. It just remained to see what that help would be. Although Rhun knew, even ten Men of the Brecon Marches was worth a hundred from any other Kingdom in his mind. He pulled on his horse’s reins, bringing the stallion around to fall in alongside Alex’s own. “Let us march then.” He said quietly and kicked his stirrups. Alexandra FeanorGarruk
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Post by Alexandra Feanor on Jan 30, 2017 5:51:57 GMT
Location: The Road outside of Brecken Town Accompanying Force: 100 Broken, 1750 Soldiers, 25 Golems, 10 Constructs. Alexandra rubbed at her wrist, trying to calm the slight twitch that always came with the prospect of battle. Enough alterations to her body in the sake of battle had been made that for her it was a natural part of her life. Unlike in her past, this was no back street assassination, carried out in the name of greed but rather a full-fledged battle. She was unsure if she could command these troops effectively, as this was the first battle outside of Gyn they would fight on this scale. She touched at the runes etched into her gauntlets, tracing a finger along them while glancing about and watching her forces form up. The plan would be simple, her force would intercept the orcs and assault the demons that had come to Therien. The letter when brought to her made her smile, but mostly in that it would never see the eyes of any other being. She had shown the first letters to her captains, and they spread the word that the Orcs would leave the villages be. That was then spread as a rumor throughout the men and into the town before they had started to pack up to escort the people back to Brecken. Now, though, the orcs will strike out and burn and pillage, the opposite of what they had spread and as such turns the Orcs into betrayers. She stopped smiling and the rune flared to life, turning the paper to ashes as fire claimed it. Her head turned to look for Solaiel, wanting to check on if the man was in sight before turning them now on Rhun Llewelyn but saying nothing. These two were men she did not know, unknown to her and unsure of what they might have when it comes to plans. Her troops would continue on for a dozen minutes, shadowing the Orcs until they started to stir signs of approaching. Alexandra saw this and turned her head, issuing the first order for her men to line up on the field and to settle into their lines. The Golems and Constructs would begin to situate itself, standing in guard among the troops they would protect. These golems and constructs would be the only form of protection against great beasts as the civil races, those of humans and elves, had no beasts nor their own size to defeat such creatures without great death.
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Post by Garruk on Jan 30, 2017 13:17:03 GMT
Given that the Gyn leader had shown the first letters to her captains, they would know that the Orcs had threatened to move on the villages if the army had moved north. And then the woman from Gyn had ordered her soldiers north anyway. They would absolutely know that their leader had intentionally antagonized the Orcs into attacking those villages regardless of whatever Alternative Facts were in play. Those Gyn Captains most certainly knew it had been Gyn that had been doing the double cross and went back on their own word when dealing with savage Greenskins. Kinda made the rumor pointless since the officers already all knew they were the perpetrators of betrayal at the orders of their liege. Gyn Fox News at it again. The Orcs started burning Breckon Town in mass moving towards the army that had moved north to intercept them, the Gyn troops would find it very hard to shadow an army that was advancing upon the army of it already. The Orc companies were already facing Gyn and moving on them in formation. The village in the north fared no better with Rhino knights running down houses and people. Hundreds of orcs killing and burning the villages whole as nature intended. Wargs rushed towards the Fishing port outpacing horse riding competition moving in that direction. With Gyn occupied by the main army in the south, and the Steward holding up around his palace, Wargs would find some resistance in the form of armed villagers and the occasional militia warriors. Garruk was quite pleased with the situation overall. He would keep Therien from falling into the clutches of the other armies who had all occupied themselves, and several hundred orcs were being given free reign across the fields and farms to burn and butcher everything they crossed, which would eventually cripple the Steward's pockets. Not the victory he had wanted, but the Orc Warlord was rather patient. Winning was winning after all. Alexandra Feanor Rhun Llewelyn
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Post by Harrier Wren on Jan 31, 2017 4:09:47 GMT
The spirit's next report came as Harrier fled, along with a decent portion of the scattering baggage train and not a few treasonous nobles. Between the magic-tinged fire of the airships and the brilliant light of the Tyrian forces to the immediate south, her belongings could wind up with serious damage. Exorcised, her ring and pen would be useless. The ring's shade spoke with related urgency, filling her in on the situation as she headed into the estate lands to the northwest. Those grounds offered orchards and outbuildings and a conspicuous lack of armies: a good temporary refuge, and a good place to pick her next destination. OOC/ V = Vaundsburg A = Airships T = Tyre and Gull Knights O = Orcs o = Supporting orc force W = Wargs H = Ageing elite forces loyal to Steward Harmon G = Gyn S = Sons D = Dwarven ground forces B = Breconhall forces
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Post by Alexandra Feanor on Jan 31, 2017 13:42:08 GMT
Location: The Road outside of Brecken Town Allies: Solaiel Rhun LlewelynAccompanying Force: 100 Broken, 1750 Soldiers, 25 Golems, 10 Constructs. Brecken Forces(of varying types[rebels included]) 500 soldiers, 250 militia. Alexandra was confused why, but the orcs had decided to attack Brecken. The reason for her confusion wasn't out of shock but rather the choice of target. Alexandra had directed her forces after the Orc's main force since its message she had burned, and as such had taken up position once she was close enough to them and now they were rushing right at her forces to get into the village. It was if they were using some other kind of information on the location of troops rather than their own eyes which meant the moment they tried to slam into Brecken, they would be met by the defenses set up to combat the undead, and right behind those earthen mounds was her army and a line of golems ready to intercept the war beasts of the orcs. She could not stop all, and a few would break through that front line but to expect any to break through her men, then get past the Therien soldiers and rebels who she had been assembling here since sending out her riders in the first minutes of arriving, there was no getting past that line of spears without their rhinos and wargs being stuck like porcupines or their riders being removed from their saddles. Even then if the Orcs persisted into the line of soldiers, Alexandra's Broken would be standing by her in the rear, setting off the runes the moment the Orc's main army would step onto the location. Sadly it would be limited to the left wing of that force, having expected the undead from the south and not an eastward enemy, but even then it was a small town and not a walled city, so many men could only fit in one area. The Runes would emit a thick web of vines and roots, grabbing and curling around any soldiers they could latch onto before squeezing down on the soldiers and crushing what they can. The Runes would then ignite those vines and roots, attempting to cause burns and further harm the orcs. Once at the earthen mounds, the orcs would need to take a small dip in the terrain before heading uphill right into crossbow men hidden behind a wall of pikes and shields, firing no more than twenty meters away and into any orcs that were making their way up. The holes made by the war beasts of the Orcs would remain open, but would be filled by spear-wielding troops and those with blades, the wooden constructs also sent forward to work on halting the orcs from getting closer. Alexandra herself would be waiting for the orcs to either continue their push over those earthen mounds she had prepared earlier in the day, or to fall back and conserve their men's lives and the lives of their warbeasts, as getting into the town would not be as easy as the Orc captain had thought. (Happy to talk positioning with you Garruk, Harrier's map seems to have me advancing in the far wrong direction for some reason) Casualties and routs: 2 Golems, 1 Wooden construct, 125 Gyn Soldiers, 3 Broken, 100 Brecken/Therien Soldierss, 175 Militia
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Post by Harrier Wren on Jan 31, 2017 19:31:30 GMT
The shade hissed an amendment over Harrier's shoulder as she ran. OOC/ V = Vaundsburg A = Airships T = Tyre and Gull Knights O = Orcs o = Supporting orc force W = Wargs H = Ageing elite forces loyal to Steward Harmon G = Gyn g = Supporting Gyn force S = Sons D = Dwarven ground forces B = Breconhall forces
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