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Title: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 17, 2014, 06:47:49 am

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It was a tragedy that would spark countless deaths in the north (or not). While resting in their beds, a town under the lordship of Black Company was attacked by mercenaries, armed in armor from the desert lands but bearing the banner of Acre. Among the townsmen, a was a simple merchant and towns folk from the Ward of Mithrim, not knowing the reason, only that war was upon them, they took up arms with the peasants of Bhulaban and manages to slay a few of the brutes before being cut down without mercy.

Word would spread quickly, by errand rider and messenger bird, to the Warden's stronghold of Ismirala. War unlooked for? From those who had just been given aid? Even as these tidings came, rumor began to spread that a host sent by King Lord Bryggan was already on the march. 

Meanwhile, the Viceory drew newly returned from the south drew up battle plans for the defense of the realm while battles hosts of Mithrim returned from the southlands. It would be a hard fight, but they would hold. They must hold. 

"Herald, Bring me pen and parchment, I would send word to Ki- Lord Bryggan and see if he can yet be dissuaded from this path of madness," said Thalion while still pouring over maps of the lands surrounding the castle. Where would Bryggan come from?  Straight from Curaw, or across the bridge to the north? "Double the castle watch and send out riders to the northern bridge and the forests that stand between us and the city of Curaw," he added as the herald departed, who paused briefly to acknowledge the orders before stepping quickly down the hallway.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: AwesomeHail on December 17, 2014, 07:47:06 am

you should write a book of strategus. or just a medieval fantasy themed book. I'd buy it probably

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on December 17, 2014, 10:36:49 am

A response.  Or maybe a novel.  Nah, just a response.  Unless you actually are entertained.  Then pay me $5 each time you read it.

Blue

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A few weeks earlier

"My Lord, an army approaches from the East".

Lord Blue jumped, startled.  An army approaching?  At this unchadzly time of year?  In this part of the land, only one man could possibly field an army worth worrying over.  Bryggan.  A peasant mercenary who earned a lordship fighting for King James, and who unfortunately let that go to his head.  Now the mad man was wreaking havoc through the north, claiming his very patron's throne.  Though whereas King James had shown decency and kindness in a true chadzian spirit to all Calradians, Bryggan was laying waste to all his former friends lands.  And Blue himself was a friend.  Or was he a former friend?

"Lower all the Acre standards," he ordered, "We don't have any arms or men to fight, but perhaps I can reason with him".  Blue threw on a heavy bearskin and cloak, sighed, then headed to the village's gates.

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"Blue!  My old friend and comrade!!!" yelled Bryggan as he dismounted his horse.  "Such battles we had in the past!  You tried save my army when the Squids caught up to me oh so close to Yruma Castle.  A shame I lost all those men and gear to an early flag cap!"

"Greetings, Lord Bry..." Blue tried to say, but Bryggan clasped him in a big bear hug, cutting off his breath.

"No, no, no!" Bryggan said, "it's King Bryggan now.  Not King of Acre mind you, that was a big mistake; a little error in the genealogy department.  But better news yet, I have found out I am the direct descendant of the Emperor of Calradia."

"Emporer.."

"Yes, yes.  We found a cleric, and after some questioning we found out I am the descendent of the Emporer.  In fact I can trace my bloodline right back to Armagan himself.  Poor cleric died not long after he signed the papers, but the man was old."

"I'm not really sure what to say" Blue replied.  He actually was sure what to say, but felt he should not say it in front of Bryggan's 2000 heavily armed men.

"I think you should say we should have a good Tismirr brown ale," Bryggan said, slapping Blue on the back, "I have not had a drink since my wineskin ran out 15 minutes ago."

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Blue was starting to relax.  The Velucan wine that Bryggan had brought from down south was a welcome change from the flat brown ale brewed locally.  Despite his crudeness, Bryggan did have many interesting tales about his many adventures in the south, and was able to laugh at his own defeats.  "150 men and 3000 crates," laughed Bryggan.  "We thought it would be a duck!  What we didn't know was that those crates were filled with plate armour!  We hammered at the Adoption Agency but could not break their defense, and once nightfall came, they slaughtered my whole army.  950 heavily armed men," he roared.

Blue had to laugh.  This was good.  This was two old comrades discussing war stories.  Bryggan was an upstart peasant, but he was a fun drunk.  When Bryggan snuck off the corner of the hall to relieve himself, Blue's village elder came up and whispered to him.  "M'lord", he hissed, "our guests are, um, not generously partaking of the drink."

"They're not what?" Blue slurred.

"Well, most of them are surreptitiously spilling their beer on the floor," the elder said, "they seem to be uncharacteristically sober."

"Now why would they do that?"

Before a response could be made, Bryggan's voice boomed across the hall.  "GO GET HIM, BOYS!!!"

Albus

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It was a few minutes after midnight.  Bryggan sat in his tent, merrily sipping his mead.  "Damn sweet, this shit, but I do believe its giving me a most pleasant buzz."

Dirk scowled.  "It tastes like bee's piss," he said, "and what in the Nerfer's name are you so happy about?"

Bryggan smiled.  "The elderly woman of Reyvadin," he answered,  "she sent me a message.  She says the northern wind blows strong off the snowy wastes, toppling the oak and snapping the pine, yet the willow sways in the wind."

"Okay.  That's just stupid.  What's it supposed to mean?"

"Quite simple," Bryggan said, "She has joined our faction for she believes me to be the northern wind.  She is the willow, for she has been the Lady of Reyvadin since the beginning of Strat despite the many power changes.  And let me tell you this-  Acre will be the Oak: Ancient and strong, but its inability change will be its downfall."

"And the pine?"

"Ah, we'll wait for that.  But I do not put all my faith in that crazy woman.  She knows things, and has access to powers that we do not understand.  But that is for her.  For us, I will put my trust in the old gods.  James taught me to be a good chadzian, the Seljuks taught me to be a good Muslim, and our good friends and allies the Wardens have taught me of the power of the Valar.  All very good, for the more gods one worships the better our luck will be.  But we must not forget the old gods:  Armagan the Creator, Ganbat the Artist, and Ipek the Mother."

"Yes," Dirk answered, "but they are from our old lands.  Will they help us in the new?"

"We shall see," Bryggan answered, "Albus is recently from the old lands.  He was a very good pope when we needed one, so I have appointed him as high grand druid.  He will do the ancient rituals and from him we will learn what the future has in store for us."

"What!  Really?  Albus?!"

"Yes, Albus.  And he shall be here soon, so shut up."

Dirk scowled, then commenced trying to force the sickly tasting mead down his throat.

Within minutes the tent flap flapped open, like tent flaps flap when opened.  In strode Albus, blood spattered on his tunic.  He walked to the table, poured himself some mead into a drinking horn and flopped down on a couch.  He smiled at Dirk and Bryggan then took a large swallow of the mead.  Which he promptly spat out.  "The godz!" he cried, "what is this crap!"

"Damn you, that's mead," shouted Bryggan, "the preferred drink of the heroes of the north!"

"Gotta be heroic to drink that shit," muttered Albus, "Gimme ten plated enemies over a horn of that any day."

"Nobody cares what you think," growled Bryggan, "but did you do the heah cyning ritual?"

"Yeah, I think so," Albus answered, picking his teeth with his knife, "I just did some shit I remember my grandmother tellin me about."

"Did you sacrifice the slave on the stone?" Bryggan asked.

"Well, not a slave," Albus answered, "but I found this really annoying guy in a tavern.  Kept on talking about his KD rating.  Guy would not shut up.  So I told him I knew of a party where there were a bunch of girls who were really into high ranked guys, and then led him to the stone."

"Bloody hell," muttered Bryggan.  "Oh well.  What did you get?"

"Well I slit his throat on the stone like nanna said, and the blood pooled up on the left side, then welled up and poured all over the right side."

"Right and left!" roared Bryggan, "what the hell, the left and the right.  I need to know south and north, east and west!  Was your left side to the West?"

"It could have been", answered Albus, casually flipping his dagger in his left hand.

"Good, good," Bryggan said, "I have had success in the west.  Now is the time for the blood to pool up in the west, then strike east!"

"Sure, whatever," Albus answered.

King James

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King James sat erect on his throne, a steely glint in his eye.  He knew he had a commanding figure, but felt the effect was somewhat lost due to his throne being in a tent.  He cleared his throat.  "So Bryggan, you say.."

"KING Bryggan", interrupted Sitvek.

James scowled.  "So...  you say that we of Acre should join you.  You say we should support your endevours after you have slaughtered our villagers and townsfolk at the time of strat when all good people believe conquests are over and the only fighting should be done in the field for entertainment and XP.  You were a peasant when I met you, a mere nobody with a sword and rabble of gangsters with broken weapons who managed to capture a fief because you were too stupid to figure out battle times.  A 5:17 am EST battle that only one Euro showed up to defend.

"You, who stood before me, quaking in your boots, offering vassalage for fear of invasion of other factions.  And I, admiring your spirit and taking pity on your noobness, took you under my wing and even, albeit foolishly, made you a lord.  Yes, you fought battles for us.  You always insisted on being in the front lines, but then again, you had nothing to lose and everything to gain.  How many times have you boasted about your battles?  Yet do you mention the troops and gear and silver I gave to your army to take Slekzh Castle?  Do you tell tales of how Bravo stayed up all night to reinforce your men in time when you failed to capture a Squid fief and got tied up by their field armies.  Are there any songs of how Blue rushed men and equipment after you ran from the Squid armies after robbing an unarmed trading caravan.  Which you sadly lost in a flag cap?"

"Ah, yer majestickness," Bryggan answered, "these are good reminisces, and they almost bring a tear to my eye for all the fun times we had.  And truly, truly I wish we could all go back to those old days when things were simpler and people were happier, and roll calls actually occurred. But news and events have changed everything, and we can not go back.

"First of all, that cleric, the late Brother Berend Henrik the Fearful proved beyond any shadow of a doubt my lineage, which is not only royal, but mega-royal.  We gave him an hour to research my family tree, and he assured me that I am Bryggan, son (here is a long boring genealogy)

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of Handul the caravan guard, son of Belgul the sheep herder, son of Kamrun the muck scraper, son of Kirlaus, son of Thelia the Emperor's daughter and Kaldaus, the son of the Duke of Swadia, the son of Kaldar, the son of Tristan, the son of Orlando, the son of Eric the Viking, the son of Ragnar Lothbrok, the son of Asterix, the son of Conan the Barbarian, the son of Woten, the son of Bob the builder, the son of Groo, the son of Agun, the son of Uhbich, the son of chadz, the  son of Armagon.

"So I am of royal blood, despite my somewhat humble beginnings, and this has been shown in my will to fight.  When it was just me and Dirk, we had fought more battles than most factions.  And we were not pussies either.  We did not sit there and trade for months and months.  Once we could afford whatever gear was available, we fought.  I did not know why back then, but now I know.

"For it was not just Berend Henrik the Fearful, but our very own holy Arch-Bishop Albus who prophesied this.  He did one of those chadzian rituals what with the praying and beads and holy water and stuff.  But he says he saw me and my allies, the good Wardens of the North, spreading west where we will pool up our resources for the next campaign.  And this is true, for Albus saw it in the blood... um, blood of chadz!  Which he spilt for
us in pre-alpha.  Cuz Albus is a chadzian.  And a Bishop now.  I made him one."

James sighed.  "Bryggan, what can I say?  Whereas I cannot say I truly trust Albus as a man of chadz, I have seen you have been victorious lately.  I do not know how chadz works, or why He gives victory to those who seem to be against His Ways, other than the fact that most people stopped caring, or are stricken by the plague of Ayufkay.  But it is said that even chadz himself worked with Tydeus, so I too, can make a deal with the devil."

"Damned straight you can," answered Bryggan.

Thalion

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"So Sungetche is ours", Dirk said, "You attacked an ally of a good friend who provided us with a lot of gear when we were down.  For free!  Who will trust us now?  Will we have any friends left in Strat after this?"

"Haha," laughed Bryggan, "There is only one thing that impresses people in Strat- and that is making war.  And there is only one thing that pisses people off in strat- and that is being an ass in the forums.. or Steam, or PMs.

"We attack for one reason- to expand our territory.  We do not fight people cuz they're my old friends, or cuz they're shitheads, or because they dissed us in the past.  We used to fight for recognition, then we fought for money.  No one hated us for it.  Now we fight for lands.  Anything with snow on it is ours.  And, if Strat continues, we move beyond the snowy wastes."

"So where do we go next?" asked Dirk, "the snow laden lands are ours.  We hold the west, except for a few slow Acre fief owners who haven't joined yet, while the Wardens hold the east.  And I gotta say, where would we be without the Wardens?  Do you think Acre would have agreed to terms if it wasn't for them.  Thalion must be one of the most honourable people I met.  A true commander (except that he missed the Tilbault siege) and an inspiring leader.  With him on our side, we cannot lose.  So... which target is the object of our next campaign?"

"Ismirila castle of course."

"What!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Dammit, Dirk.  It is in the snowy lands, and therefore ours.  And is it my fault if the Wardens don't see that?  Thalion is a most magnificent person, but he has forgotten his role.  He is a warden of the North.  A warden.  Which means he is a Guardian of the North.  For whom does he guard?  For me of course, the true King of the North. And they did a hell of a job.  They held their bit of the north all of Strat.  And now that the King of the North has come, they should politely step aside and give me my lands.

"I offered them the chance.  I have a chain here, of which I've broken off links.  Once I've sent people a link, all they have to do is hit it, and they are part of the northern kingdoms.  These people keep their lands and their titles.  Those who don't... well."

"Quite a magical chain then," said Dirk.

"Shut up, there is no magic in C-rpg," snarled Bryggan, "this is a simple link.  Hit it join the Northern Kingdoms: http://strategus.c-rpg.net/send_action.php?action=joinFaction&id=592

"But we will finish our work here in Strat 4.  And when Strat 5 begins, we will fight like bastards to make that interesting too."

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: njames89 on December 17, 2014, 07:56:53 pm

hahaha nicely done

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 17, 2014, 09:44:09 pm

Chapter 3: Help Unlooked For

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It was in the late hours of the night when a loud knock on the door jarred Thalion from sleep. "What is it?" he  called towards the door groggily as he rolled out of bed and slipped on a fur robe.

"The  scouting parties we sent out earlier milord, they've already been cut off by an advancing host." came a voice from the other side of the thick oak door.

"Enter then, and tell me all you can." said Thalion pouring cold water into a bowl and splashing it on his face to cure his sleepiness, at least for the time being. 

The herald, in the blue and white livery of Mithrim opened the door and made his way over too the table that stood in the center of the room. "Our scouts say they they can't make out who's it is. It doesn't appear to have the banners of Bryggan's people or our own. But they are headed straight for the castle."

Thalion sighed. "I see. I did not think Bryggan would be across the river so quickly. I wonder how long he has been planning this?  Very well, awaken the garrison. I want every man between 15 and 60 armed on the walls by dawn." The herald bowed and made his way out of the room. Thalion's attention moved again towards the maps that were strewn upon the table in the outer chambers of the room. Carved wooden pieces marked particular commanders on the strat map, while bits of red string marked the trajectory of their march. Would help arrive in time? A horn called loudly outside, waking those of the garrison who were not on night watch.

It was a mere twenty minutes before another horn call sounded, marking the approach of an unknown party to the castle gates.  Within a few minutes another herald appeared in the open doorway to Thalion's outer chambers. "Milord! Beyond all hope, its not Bryggan's men who are closing in on the castle, but allies!"

Thalion looked up sharply, his mind quickly moving over several possible scenarios. "Who is it then?" he asked.

"It me! KidA," came the reply from over the Herald's shoulder.  "Long time no see, Thalion. How's it hanging?" said KidA as he walked into the room with a relaxed expression on his face and plopped down in one of the cushioned chairs by the table. "I brought some excellent scotch I'd like you to try. Do you have some glasses handy? Oh, I brought an army too." 

Smiling slightly Thalion waved his hand to dismiss the herald. "Send word to the castellion Sparvico to make arrangements to feed and shelter KidA's men," he said before moving off to retrieve two glasses.  "KidA, I did not know that Black Company still had the ability to summon a warhost?"

KidA chuckled and shrugged. "When I heard you boys were in a fight, I called up my own gaurdsmen and raised what levy I could and headed your way. We will need more supplies though, food and weapons mostly. The plague that has ripped through Calradia hit Black Company hard. The whole bloody council caught the sickness had to resigned from their posts.  There are many, who may never play strat again," he said shaking his head gravely.

Thalion nodded. "It is just as bad further south. We marched our hosts down to face the Warriors of the Keyboards, and the Murder Boners, yet found nothing but peasants barely scrapping by. Hardly a fighting man to oppose us when we expected shiny armies. Still, we must look to our own defense. Bryggan is certainly unaffected by the plague."

KidA knodded looking mostly interested while he poured himself another glass of scotch. "Yep."

"It seems the man has gone power hungry at any rate. Rumor says he wants to be King of all Calradia, Emporer even. Still other's say he is an agent for EU, working weaken NA for invasion," Thalion continued.

KidA chuckled again. "Oh man, i heard a good while on the road. These two guys were arguing. One was saying that Bryggan was the son of chadz, while the other was arguing he was the Anti-chadz," he said followed by a sip of scotch. 

Thalion shook his head and finally took a sip of the excellent scotch KidA had brought. "Damn, this is good." 

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: AwesomeHail on December 17, 2014, 10:05:41 pm

I LOVE THIS

you guys should make a book of this and sell  it to c-rpg'ers. Even I, who is so much familiar with strat sure can understand quite a bit, and well written!
the money you get from the c-rpgers could go to the server upkeep or MB:G (preferably server upkeep, as you probably have noticed, the servers struggle quite a bit. In EU too)

keep it up, and finish strat with a bang!

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: poonerplox2 on December 17, 2014, 10:39:17 pm

So I assume that mine was a part one Bryggan?

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Sparvico on December 18, 2014, 02:57:53 am

As the official steward of Nova Ismirala Castle I just got one thing to say to you.

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Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on December 18, 2014, 03:37:50 am

Quote from: poonerplox2 on December 17, 2014, 10:39:17 pm

So I assume that mine was a part one Bryggan?

Yeah.  You were supposed to come back into the story, but it was very late and I was very tired and a little drunk and I sort of forgot until I posted.  But don't worry, we'll put you back in the story.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on December 18, 2014, 03:41:44 am

Quote from: Sparvico on December 18, 2014, 02:57:53 am

As the official steward of Nova Ismirala Castle I just got one thing to say to you.

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And Sparvico- there is a bloodless way we can solve this and keep you as official steward.  Just hit this link:

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Warning!Hitting this link will automatically make you join the Northern kingdoms  http://strategus.c-rpg.net/send_action.php?action=joinFaction&id=592

C'mon Sparvico.  Do it!  Become one of us!!  You'll like it here.  Everything is warm and friendly and you will find complete inner peace.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Sparvico on December 18, 2014, 04:26:38 am

Quote from: Bryggan on December 18, 2014, 03:41:44 am

And Sparvico- there is a bloodless way we can solve this and keep you as official steward.  Just hit this link:

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Warning!Hitting this link will automatically make you join the Northern kingdoms  http://strategus.c-rpg.net/send_action.php?action=joinFaction&id=592

C'mon Sparvico.  Do it!  Become one of us!!  You'll like it here.  Everything is warm and friendly and you will find complete inner peace.

You know I originally joined the mighty wombats as part of a deal for my old castle back in the begining of this round of strat. they gave use like 3 MW items. So if you can best that, perhaps perhaps.

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top kek

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on December 18, 2014, 04:46:14 am

We'll better that.  3 mw items is for the faction, but we'll let you use a lot more than that if you join the faction and the 13 Knights clan.  Just go to the armoury.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Sharpe on December 20, 2014, 01:17:26 pm

Quote from: Bryggan on December 18, 2014, 03:41:44 am

Just hit this link: Warning!Hitting this link will automatically make you join the Northern kingdoms  http://strategus.c-rpg.net/send_action.php?action=joinFaction&id=592

Fuck, I didn't see the warning because you didn't use the standard 36 pt font which is used for important things.

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Enjoy having an afker in your faction

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on December 21, 2014, 06:03:17 pm

An update on the War in the north:

A while back:

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"Dammit, Bryggan!   I thought we were friends!"

"We are friends, Dutchy.  Would I be sharing my Sharizian sherry with someone who was not my good friend?" Bryggan asked innocently.

Dutchy glowered at Bryggan, then sat down at the table and gulped down the contents of his goblet.  "Ugh!" he grumbled.  "Too damn sweet."

"Yes, a little sweet.  I would stick to beer, but that is not becoming to a High king.  And this stuff has quite the kick.  Helps me shoulder the burdens of my responsibilities."

"Ah, Dammit," Dutchy said as he poured himself another goblet.  "Now how can you say we are friends after you attacked Sungetche Castle?  With weapons that we gave to you?"

"Yes, Sungetche was a terrible mistake.  If only they had built that castle a little further west, this bloodshed could have been averted."  Bryggan cast Dutchy a sorrowful look, then chuckled.

"Damn you!  Very well, I know your claims to the Snowy lands.  But at least call off your Acre dogs.  They are attacking my villages!"

"Ah, Acre.  What can I do?  James is a king, and I can't be ordering kings about like servant boys.  There is a lot of bad blood between your two clans, and King James has a very strong sense of right and wrong.  Unless you find some strong backer, I'm afraid they will end up burning all your villages."

"What strong backers are there in these lands?" Dutchy asked, exasperated, "the Ayufkay plague has wiped out all the strong leaders, and the Sloths are too retarded to trust in a campaign.  Cute though."

Bryggan smiled and raised a finger.  "There is one remaining leader in the north.  And all he asks is for you and your men to join his banner."

Dutchy stared at Bryggan, bewildered.  Then realiziation dawned on him.  "Oh, damn you Bryggan.  Damn you to the deepest depths of hell."

A few days after that:

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"Ah, it makes me weep to see how stubborn the Wardens are.  And I truly thought they were my friends."

"It seems to be very dangerous to be your friend these days."

"Even the best of friends have disagreements," Bryggan said, "and a truly good friend will point out the error of their ways."

Dirk laughed.  "And the Wardens' error was to not surrender all their lands and armies to you."

"Yes," Bryggan answered, "imagine how happy we would all be if everyone joined my banner.  Acre and Go_do_the_Dishes have, and see how happy they are."

"They hate each other, and would happily slit each others throats given the chance.  And the people of Curaw slaughtered the garrison you left there.  Yes, they seem very happy."

"There are always transitional pains.  But you have done a wonderful job of returning order to our lands.  I guess I must admit my skills do not lie in governing the common people.  But I am good at diplomacy.  I think I have found a solution to end this little quarrel with our good friends the Wardens."

"Oh good.  And how are you going to do that?"

"Simple," Bryggan smiled, "I'm going to lead my armies into their lands and lay waste to them."

A few days after a few days after that

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"We have news from Black Company."

"Oh good," Bryggan said, "they are mighty, fine people, and I could use some good news.  That sherry sure leaves a man with an aching head.  How I wish I could go back to drinking beer.  But that is a price one pays for being a king."

"They have declared war on you, and KidA has fielded a powerful army to help the Wardens."

"What!"  Bryggan exclaimed, "what have I ever done to them that they would do this?"

"Well, you did attack one of their fiefs recently, and a while back you destroyed one of their armies when you mercing for Keskimsit."

"Oh yes, that."  Bryggan scowled.  "Oh well.  KidA is an honourable man.  Tell him we will meet him for a field battle on the plains by the river.  He will be sure to send his army to us."

"Very good."

"And while his army is awaiting us there, tell Albus to attack their lands from the south.  They will be undefended and ripe for the taking."

A few days before today

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]The wind whipped the snow about, reducing visibilty to several feet and driving the icy crystals down the backs of all the soldiers necks.  Two men wrapped in bearskin cloaks sat on their horses watching a group of soldiers trying to clear a large snow drift to get a disassembled catapult through it.

"Bloody hell Bryggan," said one of the mounted men through chattering teeth, "what are we on campaign for?  The season for war is long gone.  chadz alone knows why we can still move our armies."

"chadz lets us continue because He sees that my claim is true.  Strat will not end until the Wardens cede us the north, as is chadz' will," Bryggan said, seemingly impervious to the cold.  "and that is why I asked you to join me on this campaign.  I need a man of chadz, for it seems He supports me more than any of the other gods do."

"There are no other gods.  And if you wanted a chadzian to go with you, why not Bravo?  Or any other Acre lord?  Why me?"

"Because I trust you the most," answered Bryggan, "I know our friendship is beyone that of brothers, and it is only you that I can trust to command my armies."

"Well, could you at least untie me then?"

"No, not yet."

Today.

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Four large armies lay encamped south of the Sargoth river.  Tents and pavilions spread across the plains, the men lazily basking in the surprisingly warm weather.

"So how long are we going to sit here?" Blue asked, hands still tied behind his back.

"We are arranging a suitable time for a battle," Bryggan answered, "it is taking longer than planned, but that buys Albus more time in his conquest of the Black Company's lands.  It will also give us time to bring in reinforcements from the west."

"And how many are coming from there?"

"Well, there are troubles.  Lord Mathew seeks revenge on House Stark, which are good friends and allies with Acre.  And I myself wish to be allied to House Stark, but I'm afraid there will no peace until Mathew gets Ada Kulun back."

"So what will you do?"

"Yesterday i sent a messenger telling Not So Innocent virgin that we will let them keep Ada Kulun if they end their war with Go Do the Dishes and help us here.  Otherwise we will have to attack it."

"Very good, I'm sure she will agree to that.  But what about Lord Mathew?  That could lose you support from them."

"Oh, no, for today I am sending a message to him that he may attack Ada Kulun."

"But that won't give Not so Innocent Virgin time to agree to your first letter!"

"Oh," Bryggan said with a sly smile, "what a shame.  For my silly mistake, I'll try make it up to her by giving her a fief in the south east.  A little closer to her many other fiefs."

"Damn Bryggan, its amazing you haven't had your throat slit yet."

"chadz defends me.  And Allah.  And Armagon.  And a few other gods.  That is my advantage: most people worship only one god, but I make all the gods think that I only worship them.  I fool them all into protecting me."

Blue groaned.  "If King James knew this about you, he would burn you at the stake."

"King James is a zealot," Bryggan answered, "he suspects me not to be the good chadzian I claim to be, but he is also convinced he can fully convert me over time.
"But enough of politics, lets focus on this war," Bryggan said, gesturing one of his guards over.  "Cut this man's bonds, he'll need his hands for fighting."

"Oh, thank chadz," Blue said, rubbing is wrists.

"Because I trust you so much, I will give you command of most of my army.  I will take a small force and meet Rostham in the field tomorrow.  The days are too short to use our full army, for once the sun sets, the defenders can slaughter all my remaining men, no matter how many there are.  Which I think is pretty retarded, but whatever."

"What?" Blue asked incredulously, "after having your men beat me up in my own home, then tying me up and dragging me through blizzards, you are now entrusting me with most of your army and all of your siege equipment?"

"Yes" Bryggan smiled, "because I know you to be a man of honour and would not be able to find it in yourself to betray me with my own men."

"Hmmm.  To be honest, if the roles were reversed, I would not trusting you with an army."

"Yes, I know.  See, you also are very smart.  And that is why I brought you on this campaign."

So, for you people who can't be bothered to read my long boring accounts (I don't have Thalion's gift for prose), we will be having field battles against the Wardens!
Please sign up for these.  We won't be accepting anyone except those in our teamspeaks an hour before the battle.  This is to ensure the rosters are even, so no one gets ganked because of no-shows.

Sign up for your favourite side (or least hated side). And if you are a neutral, please come to TS and we'll try even out the rosters with you guys.  As much as I want to win, I would much rather have an awesome battle with equal armies. 

Edit: Albus will be attacking Jelbegi castle right after, so stay for that too.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 22, 2014, 06:33:05 pm

Okay folks, we have two battles coming up for the War in the North. Good gear for all classes, no peasant battles here. Rosters will be as even as possible as agreed too by Bryggan and myself, so show up for some of the last good battles of this strat. 

http://c-rpg.net/?page=strategusbattlesupcoming#!?page=strategusinfobattledetail&id=3316

http://c-rpg.net/?page=strategusbattlesupcoming#!?page=strategusinfobattledetail&id=3317



RP Incoming...

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on December 22, 2014, 07:12:47 pm

Hurry up with the RP, Thalion.  Your stuff makes my stuff look like crap.  Um, I had thought we weren't going to sign up people until an hour before the battle.  This is because there are so many no-shows, and what you might think is the lower roster actually has more people there.  But yes, awesome battles ahead, and may the best man I win.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 22, 2014, 09:01:32 pm

I figured we'd just even things out a few minutes before the battle

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on December 22, 2014, 09:24:19 pm

Ok.  But we tried that with Dutchy, and a lot of our mercs went to his side and he actually ended up outnumbering us by a lot.  Fortunately he was a gentleman and let us have the castle anyway.

Oh, and if people are wondering why we are attacking the Wardens right after they helped us in our war against Acre and gave us Yruma Castle, it is because of this:

Quote from: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 13, 2014, 05:50:15 am

I am of a similar mind to Bryggan and Sanderson on this one. I think it would not be a bad thing for players who like each other, to fight each other from time to time on strat. Or at least if there are going to be coalitions have some players who like each other on either side.  I would be happy to lead a start fight against Bryggan with good RP, a fair bit of shit-talking and some fun battles.  Perhaps the butthurt could be avoided. I view it like two old friends playing a game of chess. You may call him an asshole a couple times, but at the end of the game you shake hands.

Not many people cooler than Thalion.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 23, 2014, 12:24:15 am

Thalion stood upon the walls of Ismirala castle, looking westward. A day ago a contingent of 700 strong had left the castle under the command of Captain Rostam, who had earned fame in both the Acre and MB campaigns.  His men trusted him now, and expected victory, though Thalion's face was troubled. This was no battle weary kingdom, nor a realm that had been nearly whipped out by the great AFK-plague that swept through Calradia. Bryggan had battle hardened men too, and battle was looming on the horizon like a dark and terrible storm-cloud. Already carrion birds had begun to gather over the two armies, knowing that that wherever men gathered with bright weapons and colorful heraldry, carnage soon followed, a feast for death's pets. Yet, Thalion held out hope. For he had faith in his men and their battle captains. Bryggan's kingdom was held together now through threat's and coercion, which is a poor foundation for a kingdom if is intended to last. 

Still, Thalion's shoulders slumped as he made his way off the walls and out of the falling snow into the castle keep. His burden was heavy, for he had played a part in Bryggan's grab for power. In those days, things had seemed simpler. Bryggan had been honorable, even likable. Now, it seemed that the desire for lands and power had warped that sense of justice that once held sway, an so peace in the north seemed as far off as summer's sun.

Campaigning in winter was dangerous.  Already, Thalion had received messages that his armies returning from the south had taken horrific casualties from plague. One army, which had stopped briefly at a village had contracted the some blight that the villagers had been suffering from. In the poor camping conditions forced on the army due to the winter conditions, the sickness spread quickly, and within a few days most the army lay strike and dying. Those who managed to survive had fled into the wild crying that chadz had smote them down for their sins.

Still, enough men had heard the summons and returned north to make a formidable defense against this newly-risen King and the armories of Ismirala castle were filled with weapons and armor. The road into the Ward of Mithrim would be paved with the blood of Bryggan's soldiers, that Thalion would make sure of the very least.  Still, must it really end this way?

His mind still heavy  in contemplation as he entered his private chambers he did not notice the dark cloaked figure in the corner. Nor did he notice the silent footsteps of soft leather soles on stone as he went back to examine the map and troop orders spread out on the great oaken table. Not until it was too late, and the flicker of a candle flame relieved sudden movement behind him, did Thalion realize that he was not alone.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 23, 2014, 10:59:33 pm

The War in the North Begins!

By field and tree:

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Rostam swung his warhammer and brought it down with a sickening crunch on the helm of a man who was lunching at him. The man did not even cry out, probably struck unconscious instantly, he dropped like a sack of rocks at Rostam's feet. It was then when more men, men from the north, and the south-lander contingent that Rostam had brought from his own native lands arrived and formed a shield wall around their captain. 

"these men! They fight like wild beasts!" said one of them, his eyes wide with fear. "No, not beasts. Zealots." responded Rostam coldly. All that afternoon and into the evening they had been skirmishing with a sizable force of Bryggan's forces on the gentle hills and plains outside of Nova Rebache. So far, he had managed to manuver his forces in such a where where generally he had the superior number of men in these small engagements. Now, it looked like the enemy were tiring of their assaults and were preparing to retreat. Surprising, considering their brutal advances earlier. They had fought like mad men, clad in heavy kuyaks and wielding fierce weapons.

"Now that Acre is part of Bryggan's lordship, he is using their faith as a weapon. Their zealotry is as real a force behind their hammers just as muscle, sinew and bone is. We must tread this war carefully. Send a company of mounted men-at-arms to pursue the retreating enemy. Do not engage if they reform. Oh, and find out who gave those barrels of brandy to our companies of horse? Damn fools were crashing into our own troops half as often as they were the enemy!"

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The company of horsemen had barely made it through the gates at Jelbegi castle when in the distance companies of enemy troops could be seen marching up the road towards the stronghold. They were moving quickly, with ladders already built loaded onto carts ready to storm the walls. It would be a matter of hours, if not minutes before battle was joined.  "Where is the garrison!?" demanded the rider, who bore the banner of Mithrim on his hauberk, to and older man, with a ragged grey beard and a rusty  mail shirt drapped with furs.

"We're it," said the man flatly, before spitting on the ground. "Damn fool of a battle though. No reason to stay in this accursed place."

The captain from Mithrim merely raised an eyebrow as he ordered his company of men-at-arms to dismount.  They had been sent to try and reinforce the garrison at the castle, but found only a rag-tag group of men from the near by village.

"The armory's well enough stocked, if you dare going in there, Sir." said the ragged grey-beard, his eyes shifting as if he had spotted something up on the wall before coming back down on the captain. Behind him, the captain could hear his men muttering already.

"Enough of this talk, up to the armory and get those weapons. We can make use of the mauls on the walls," he said, smirking to himself at his unintentional rhyme. "Mauls on walls," he muttered under his breath. He'd have to remember that.

A few moments later there was a scream and several men came running out of the old armory. "A ghost! We saw a ghost captain!" It came right out of the wall, right out from behind the weapons racks and went straight through us!" cried  one of the three men who came clattering down the stairs from off the ramparts. 

"I said enough! Get back up on those walls, we have a job to to, Bryggan's men will be on us any - " the captain was interrupted by the sound of many voices raised up in a loud shout followed by the blowing of horns and trumpets. "Here they come!" cried the lookout from up on the wall.

"Damn, their at us already. Fight men! Too your posts" cried the captain, only to watch some of the peasants who had gathered from the nearby villages begin to flee, rushing up to the gate house to force the few guardsmen in there to let them out, or running back to the castle keep to hide, or surrender after the castle fell.  All except one. A grim man, with a scar running down his face, who possessed the baring of a soldier. "Never did fancy runnin'," said the man unwrapping some dirty sack cloth from his shield, reveling the heraldry of Black Company.

The captain turned towards the man in astonishment, though his enthusiasm soon faded. "A valiant sentiment, but to no avail, I fear. Yet, what do you make of these ghosts, what happened here?"

"A bad business that," said the black company soldier. "The pleague. So many died here. People came from the country side, seeking the castle's apothecary... they brought it with them and soon the garrison caught it.  We tried keep them out, but can you really shoot down your own people? Some did, some died with arrows in their chests, while those who shot them died with knives in their backs.  Made little difference in the end. The plague took its due then left.  Though it left something behind," he said, and nodded in the direction behind the captain. When the captain turned around he saw pale figures standing atop the battlements like silent sentinels. "The dead watch us," he whispered. 

"No, they greet us." said the soldier as he made his way up to the battlements.  Noon enough, he would be proved right. Thought it would be no fond celebration or easy night's sleep for the victors.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 26, 2014, 02:45:54 am

Blue, you have just earned the badge of best SHITLORD NA. Attacking me on Christmas day you punk!? Just as I am about to sit down to a succulent meal I prepared for myself consisting of roasted pork tenderloin, cooked on a bed of onions and carrots, spanish cheese, italian panforte, and french cognac. You bloody scrub, I will shrivel your hide and paint on it a warning to other shit lords.   I hope you are reborn as a maggot in a piece of rotting turnip in a pigs stye, you base-born, reeky, onion-eyed, shite-brained... etc etc etc... you horrible person. You better blame Bryggan for this, I had thought better of you old chap. 

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Behemoth_ on December 26, 2014, 03:44:40 am

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Crusaders, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on FCC, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top 2h in the entire Acre Army. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Acre Armed Forces and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Jona on December 26, 2014, 07:25:41 am

Quote from: Behemoth_ on December 26, 2014, 03:44:40 am

I have over 300 confirmed kills.

Bragging about 300 kills... bitch made.

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I'm not actually proud about that. Quite the opposite, in fact.  :oops:

P.S. Thalion, when will I be incorporated into your Calradian fantasy novel rp?

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: njames89 on December 26, 2014, 08:47:05 am

Quote from: Behemoth_ on December 26, 2014, 03:44:40 am

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Crusaders, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on FCC, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top 2h in the entire Acre Army. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Acre Armed Forces and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

My god.

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Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: StonedSteel on December 26, 2014, 07:29:37 pm

Quote from: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 26, 2014, 02:45:54 am

Blue, you have just earned the badge of best SHITLORD NA. Attacking me on Christmas day you punk!? Just as I am about to sit down to a succulent meal I prepared for myself consisting of roasted pork tenderloin, cooked on a bed of onions and carrots, spanish cheese, italian panforte, and french cognac. You bloody scrub, I will shrivel your hide and paint on it a warning to other shit lords.   I hope you are reborn as a maggot in a piece of rotting turnip in a pigs stye, you base-born, reeky, onion-eyed, shite-brained... etc etc etc... you horrible person. You better blame Bryggan for this, I had thought better of you old chap. 

i could look it up....but i wont

whats panforte?

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 26, 2014, 07:31:46 pm

Blue, I noticed some typos in your shit-talking message... Don't worry i correted them for you.

Quote from: Behemoth_ on December 26, 2014, 03:44:40 am

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch son of a gun? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Crusaders, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on FCC, and I have over 300 confirmed kills virginity tests. I am trained in gorilla MONKEY (cause all you can do is sling crap everywhere) warfare and I’m the top 2h in the entire Acre BOY SCOUT Army. (If that's true, where's your activity badge?) You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies dorito-breath, pimple-faced teenagers across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm slight breeze, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life (all that from the internet? I'm impressed.) You’re fucking dead, kid. (Why bring KidA into this?) I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill masterbate you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat masterbation, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Acre Armed Forces scout-troop and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit my own ass. If only you could have known what unholy (why do you keep bringing black company into this?) retribution sunshine and rainbows your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue (thats not all i can do with it). But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you myself and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead awesome, kiddo.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 26, 2014, 07:33:01 pm

Quote from: StonedSteel on December 26, 2014, 07:29:37 pm

i could look it up....but i wont

whats panforte?

Panforte is a very old Italian treat dating back to the 12th century. Its primarily fruit and nuts and  citrus and spice flavor.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panforte

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: StonedSteel on December 26, 2014, 07:47:13 pm

Quote from: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 26, 2014, 07:33:01 pm

Panforte is a very old Italian treat dating back to the 12th century. Its primarily fruit and nuts and  citrus and spice flavor.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panforte

the more you know

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: njames89 on December 26, 2014, 08:28:32 pm

Quote from: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 26, 2014, 07:31:46 pm

Blue, I noticed some typos in your shit-talking message... Don't worry i correted them for you.

Thats behemoth thalion....

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 26, 2014, 09:08:17 pm

 Oops. My bad.  Sorry Behemoth, still your typos needed fixing.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: StonedSteel on December 26, 2014, 11:19:05 pm

Quote from: Jona on December 26, 2014, 07:25:41 am

Bragging about 300 kills... bitch made.

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I'm not actually proud about that. Quite the opposite, in fact.  :oops:

P.S. Thalion, when will I be incorporated into your Calradian fantasy novel rp?

when you do something worth writing about

BURN

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: njames89 on December 26, 2014, 11:24:31 pm

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Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on December 26, 2014, 11:26:04 pm

+100 for shitposts.  -100 for attacking boxing day.  I have 3 minutes before I start my next binge of eating and drinking.  Good luck with this battle, I hope I don't lose my strongest army, and have fun all you people that are so sad you have nothing better to do on a boxing day.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: poonerplox2 on December 27, 2014, 12:56:25 am

Quote from: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 26, 2014, 02:45:54 am

Blue, you have just earned the badge of best SHITLORD NA. Attacking me on Christmas day you punk!? Just as I am about to sit down to a succulent meal I prepared for myself consisting of roasted pork tenderloin, cooked on a bed of onions and carrots, spanish cheese, italian panforte, and french cognac. You bloody scrub, I will shrivel your hide and paint on it a warning to other shit lords.   I hope you are reborn as a maggot in a piece of rotting turnip in a pigs stye, you base-born, reeky, onion-eyed, shite-brained... etc etc etc... you horrible person. You better blame Bryggan for this, I had thought better of you old chap. 

Wut you say M8?!
Though the shit talking was on point there, and I will gladly take shitlord of the NA world, there is an explanation for the attack. Apparently there was a secret treaty between you and Bryggan which stopped attacks during the non denominational winter holiday season. I heard no news of it till today. Oh well, People need to keep their neck beard strong after all the food they have been eating.
PS: sorry about the miss communication people.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Sharpe on December 27, 2014, 04:15:20 am

Quote from: StonedSteel on December 26, 2014, 11:19:05 pm

when you do something worth writing about

BURN

So when you do something worth writing about, is the same time Jona will be included.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Lethwin Far Seeker on December 27, 2014, 07:50:40 pm

A few days prior...

Albus:  Hey Bryggan, I called my Nan about that scrying ritual you wanted done.

Bryggan:  OH yeah did she tell you what you needed?

Albus: Well she was dead, I think but I found her grave- or someone's grave.  Anyway after a bit of looking around I found some funny shaped bones and stuff.  So when I was coming back I passed through one of the few clover fields and I tripped over a dead sheep.  I don't want to go into detail but the bones are now stuffed inside of the dead sheep's stomach and I need a bath.

Bryggan:  Exemplary execution Ablus.  It all makes sense now! This is unfortunate though.

Albus:  Wha?

Bryggan:  Don't you see it?  You came back from clover and haggis!  The Noldork Lord has returned!  Thalion is both honorable and wise, he knows when and how to surrender with dignity to save lives.  If Finnian returns to the court of Mithrim then we will have to track down every enemy peasant in Calradia to vanquish the Wardens!  He can slay you even when he's dead!  Ask Jona about Player 2!  Have you ever played Age of Empires 2 against him???  Ask Thalion about the time he destroyed a lumber camp after loosing in a game.  Piss in my ear where's Blue?  Tell him to send every 2h my old friend to hunt him down!  He must be stopped!

Blue:  Eh Bryggan the majority of our warriors are 2hers...

Bryggan:  Then send the whole gatdang army!!!


The Lord of the Wardens of Mithrim stood before his Viceroy in the dimly lit chambers.  A strangely fashioned sword was in a worn scabbard on his belt.

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Thalion:  ...and now Jelbegi has fallen as well.  The Bonehirim would surely come to our aid but they are still fighting in the south.   I regret that you are welcomed back to Calradia by a deluge of plague and petty wars, but such are the way of things in this place.

Finnian:  Ismirala's fate must not be the same as Jelbegi's.  I encountered some of Bryggan's scouts along the road- they were hunting me, though they cast aside their task when death found them wandering on the narrow road of my sword's edge.  My return has not been as hidden as I had wished but be that as it may, with an army fielded and the both of us in this keep they will strike as soon as they are able.  It is a shame the Galloglaigh of Hibernia could not be mustered in the winter season... their axes would do well here.  We are well enough on our own though. The garrison here is strong and the armoury... or rather armouries... are literally over flowing... Thalion why- nay there are more pressing matters and all the more reason to defend this place.  I hate seeing good steel fall into enemy hands.  Calradia's seemingly unlimited supply of iron is a curse in disguise.  In Hibernia however... forgive me, my mind wanders often to there since my return.  The battle that lies ahead is paramount.  Ismirala is the keystone of the realm and if it falls Mithrim will be rent assunder.

Thalion: The walls will hold.  I have mustered every man of fighting age from here to Sargoth and your coming will bring hedge knights to us as well.  The walls will hold.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Jona on December 28, 2014, 02:22:27 am

Quote from: Lethwin Far Seeker on December 27, 2014, 07:50:40 pm

Bryggan:  Don't you see it?  You came back from clover and haggis!  The Noldork Lord has returned!  Thalion is both honorable and wise, he knows when and how to surrender with dignity to save lives.  If Finnian returns to the court of Mithrim then we will have to track down every enemy peasant in Calradia to vanquish the Wardens!  He can slay you even when he's dead!  Ask Jona about Player 2!  Have you ever played Age of Empires 2 against him???  Ask Thalion about the time he destroyed a lumber camp after loosing in a game.  Piss in my ear where's Blue?  Tell him to send every 2h my old friend to hunt him down!  He must be stopped!

Fuck that horse.

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Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on December 30, 2014, 09:28:05 am

The plague:

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The great hall of Curaw was silent.  Where normally the warriors and lords of the Northern Kingdom would be drinking heavily and singing bawdy songs, only a few sat quietly, sipping their beers.  Sitvek walked quietly to the head table, where Dirk was whittling his name into the oak table with his knife.  "Where's the High King," Sitvek asked.

"In his rooms," Dirk answered, "I'd not advise going in there.  Did you hear of Albus' army getting destroyed?"

"I know," sighed Sitvek, "I was there.  It was an awful slaughter.  But I wish to talk to him anyways."

As he was about to enter through the heavy bearskin curtains, an elderly physician walked out.  "King Bryggan is ill," the physician said, "I fear it is the plague.  He has been exposed to shit rosters.  Many believe the Ayufkay plague to be caused by exposure to shit rosters, and I agree with them."

Sitvek found Bryggan lying in his bed.  "M'lord.."

"Ah, leave me alone you little shitsucker," Bryggan growled, "leave me to die."

"I don't think.."

"DAMN YOU AND YOU'RE THINKING!!" Bryggan roared, "We just lost a battle.  We had equal men, great gear, and we should have destroyed them.  Instead we lost it all, and we only killed 3 of them.  They only killed 15 of us, yet we lost all those men, all that gear, and all that siege equipment.  And Albus is in Europe now.  The man who laid waste to the east.
"Now we have an army attacking a village, and an army attacking my very city.  And I'll probably lose those battles in a matter of minutes too."

"They might not be expecting much resistance in the village.  Perhaps there will be no shit roster there."

Bryggan glared at him, but suddenly his expression changed to one of contemplation.  "What the hell," he said, crawling out of bed, "maybe we can make one of these victories sting a little for them.  I think I can fight off this damned plague long enough for one more battle."

The Village:

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It was a sunny beautiful day in Nova Rebache.  Bryggan was still staggering under the influence of the plague, but tried hide it the best he could.  "Alright.  Camulos, you say there is gear stashed in this village?"

"I believe there is, Sire.  I haven't had a chance to look, but I'm sure the previous defenders must have left a lot."

"Excellent.  Get all the peasants together.  Poor bastards are all going to die to a man, but at least they'll have something to fight with.  Ok, open the armoury."

Camulos took his key and unlocked the door to the heavy wooden shack.  "Well, what do we have to hurt these wardens with?" Bryggan asked.

"Um", Camulos answered, "well.."

"TELL ME DAMMIT!!!"

"We have 2 slightly bent nasal helmets, 2 battered lamellar vests and a handful of mail mittens."

"Oh damn," Bryggan staggered, his face turning deathly pale, "Plague take us, we are finished."

One of the peasants approached.  "M'lord," he said, "we have our farming equipment.  I got a good axe here for you.  It cuts wood good enough, it should cut a warden nicely.  And we have our pitchforks and scythes and..."

"What?" Bryggan hoarsely whispered, "you still want to fight?"

"I think we do, m'lord.  Times was tough before, and times is tough now.  But we sees you reviving peoples from the plague, and we sees you uniting the north.  If you take on the Wardens, then there will peace.  And if there is war, it will be far from our fields."

JayJrod took a cudgel from one of the peasants.  He swung it in the air a few times.  "I think this'll do.  At least til I take one of the warden's weapons," he said, a big grin on his face, "and once I have that, I promise you victory.  Been awhile since I've had a good fight."

Bryggan looked at him.  "Damn JayJrod, never took you for a fool.  But if you pull this off, I'll give you the finest castle in my realm."

                               

After the battle:

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Evening came, and Bryggan strode happily through the village, all signs of the plague gone.  Bodies were everywhere; mostly that of peasants, but many heavily armed wardens.  "Damn, that'll put a thorn in Thalion's backside," Bryggan laughed, then tripped over a body.  It was that of the peasant that had offered to fight.  "Oh, guess we better bury these guys.  Get the survivors to dig a big pit.  No sense in wasting time burying them individually."

JayJrod, covered in blood and looking exhausted but still smiling like an idiot, came up to Bryggan.  "I believe someone said something about a castle."

"Damn straight I did, and I'm giving you Yruma Castle," Bryggan said, laughing, "You earned it.  I'm in a mood for rewarding.  Who got the 2nd most kills?"

"That would be Sitvek, sire"

"Oh.  Ah.  Well, good job Sitvek," Bryggan said, "But enough of this hanging about, we have a city to defend!"

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Balikar on December 31, 2014, 12:20:13 am

This thread has actually gotten me to come back to the forums at least.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Taser on December 31, 2014, 03:43:38 am

The village fight was actually fun. And you should have heard how much people were laughing (and some slight groans) when jay capped the flags.

Curaw.. I joined in but had shit ping so I quit. Was sad because rosters were really good for that battle.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on December 31, 2014, 08:04:27 pm

For the last three days fever had kept the Viceroy of Mithrim confined to bed-rest.  It had been a long march home in the cold due to the harsh winter weather and by the time they had reached the castle after victory in the east against Albus, Thalion had been carried in on a litter. Now it seemed, that the fever's hold had broken the viceroy was able to stomach proper victuals once more. It was then that ill-news arrived from the west. A herald had arrived in the grey morning baring tidings that Roastam's forces had been overcome by a surprisingly stiff peasant resistance at Nova Rebache, meanwhile the first assault against the walls of Curaw.

Even worse there was rumor spreading of dark magic being employed by Bryggan's army. During the battle for Curaw, a siege tower had been pulled through the very rock and stone of the walls, as if they were made of water. Even worse though, while the timber of the siege tower passed through the walls without difficulty, any men who were on the tower were thrown off to their deaths, being unable to go through the stone. At least one of the surviors who had been fighting near the walls said that he heard strange chanting from the other side of the wall. Perhaps, it was this Pope Albus' revenge for being defeated in the east.  Perhaps he was not a Pope at all, but a dark magician of power and cunning.  Worse to moral than sorcery, however, were rumors. Already most of the surviving troops left from the Curaw siege had fled into the wild, leaving the Lord Warden to return only a few of his surviving household knights.

Thalion rose from his sick bed, putting on a thick fur robe and donning his slippers to save his feet from the cold stone of the castle floor. His legs felt weak after the fever that had sapped much of his strength, strength he would  have need of so soon. 

A few moments later there was a sharp knock on the door, Thalion guessed who it was. "Enter," he said patiently. An angry Lord Warden pushed his way into the room. 

"We could have had them!" he said smashing his fist down on the table, knocking over some of the pieces representing armies on the battle map. "They bewildered the minds of our warriors and cast aside our siege engines with dark magic! Besides that, they were fierce and well armed, I'd say they are all two handers to the man, blast their hides and curse their builds!"

"Much is risked in war, sometimes the price is heavy. We must learn from our own folly and the enemies cunning. Many who stand now in our ranks are new recruits, young warriors who have not fought in the great wars of old. It will take time for them to learn our warriorcraft." responded Thalion.

The Lord Warden merely nodded as he peered over the battle map and righted several of the pieces that had been knocked over.  "As you say, yet we cannot remain idle. Already the enemy has fresh field forces in the lands near Ismirala.  We cannot allow our territorial integrity to be so compromised, as such might be construed as a sign of weakness. The armory is in better operational order?"

Thalion sighed. "Yes.  I made sure everything has been consolidated and reordered. It won't be such a mess again."

"And Captain Thelix has made it back to Ismirala unaccosted?" Finnian asked, still musing over the battle-map.

"Yes, in addition other small forces have come up from the south." replied Thalion.

"Any sign of the Hounds?" asked Finnian.

"Not as yet," Thalion said somberly.  "The ways through Calradia are dangerous these days. Perhaps our messages have not yet reached them, or their messages to us have been delayed."

"We must send another round of messager raven's then" added Finnian. "Word must get through. This Bryggan must be stopped before he is allowed to gain too much momentum."

"There is that, and a matter of diplomacy. It seems that Bryggan is trying to broker a marriage alliance with the Starks of Calradia," said Thalion.

At this Finnian raised an eyebrow. "I'd guess you'd welcome such as thing, as it would mean and end to Not-So-Innocent-Virgin's attempts to marry you, Thalion."

"I would, indeed, if it were not for the fact that Bryggan is now her most ardent suitor.  Such an event is no doubt Bryggan's attempt to swing the balance of power more in his favor and rally the few remaining of Calradia's houses not completely destroyed by the plague."

"And your thoughts on the matter?" Finnian asked with a quizzical tone.

"We must play every card in our hand wisely, there is now no margins for error.  This war stands upon a swords edge, now more so than ever.  I wonder now, if the Gods do not laugh at us. Doomed people's fighting wars over doomed lands," said Thalion, who now turned his case out the window to watch fresh snow begin to fall from the skies.


 

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on January 02, 2015, 12:11:18 am

Thalion, you have just earned the badge of best SHITLORD NA. Attacking us on New Year's day you punk!? Just as I am about to sit down to a succulent meal I prepared for myself consisting of whiskey, on ice with just a splash of water, Belgian beer, Russian Vodka, and french cognac. You bloody scrub, I will shrivel your hide and paint on it a warning to other shit lords.   I hope you are reborn as a maggot in a piece of rotting turnip in a pigs stye, you base-born, reeky, onion-eyed, shite-brained... etc etc etc... you horrible person. You better blame Finnian for this, I had thought better of you old chap. 

So hungover :(

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on January 02, 2015, 01:57:39 am

Did I say I wasn't hung over?!?!?


I have been drinking cognac all day, while watching episodes of Outlander with my lady friend. Time for some battle scrub!

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on January 02, 2015, 07:02:57 pm

Watching Outlander, eh?  Well I guess that's what inspired you to fight so damn hard.  Very well fought, especially as we had almost twice the roster (for a change).  I believe we got a little over confident, and I continued to let my guys trickle in to be slaughtered.  To be honest, I had forgotten we were defending- its been quite awhile since we were not the attacker.  But everyone was having fun, so I wasn't too worried, and I knew that once we organized a good push we would win the battle at the end.

Now Sexy Fury is gonna punish me for my complacency... maybe.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on January 02, 2015, 10:21:37 pm

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It was at the Stone of Scone where they made their final stand. Thalion's bonnie highland contingent. No one knew how many men in that company could play the bagpipes, until the piper was slain, and another man took up the pipes to play a merry war-tune, who was in turn swiftly taken by an arrow through the throat, only for the pipes to be taken up by another man, who not long after had his legs hewn off at the knee, only to have the pipes lifted up yet again by another man, who was stabbed in the ass by some pimple-faced Acre recruit, only to have the pipes picked up again by another man, and yet another, and yet another, until out numbered two to one one hundred to one all the company were overwhelmed and cut down by the merciless and vast Acre English hordes.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: StonedSteel on January 02, 2015, 10:59:13 pm

your picture...tldr tbds

too big didnt see

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on January 03, 2015, 04:51:32 pm

Quote from: StonedSteel on January 02, 2015, 10:59:13 pm

your picture...tldr tbds

too big didnt see

Yep, I realized that after I posted it, but then left it cause it thought it was funny.  Got to get your jollies some how. I had trouble even finding the spoiler button to close the damn thing.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on January 03, 2015, 07:49:37 pm

Bryggan sat in the Great Hall of Curaw scowling.  It was not the loss of two of his field armies that bothered him; in fact he was quite happy about it.  He had been worried about his client kingdom Acre, but now they were showing a willingness to fight and perhaps they could be trusted after all.  No, the problem was was that he was bored.  Dirk was busy running around managing the kingdom, Albus was with Dutchy and Waldo in the west, JayJrod was enjoying the pleasures of Yruma Castle and Sitvek... well, Sitvek was trying to match Albus' victories in the east.  It seemed everyone had something to do except he himself.  Even King James had stopped his complaining and was merrily founding chadzian monasteries and convents in the steppes while marshaling his forces to head east.  Bryggan hoped the stories of the forced conversions were false, but even if they were, it was just the peasantry James seemed to be focusing on.

He needed something to do.

He jumped up off his throne, throwing his drinking horn to the ground.  "Assemble my men," he yelled, "How many do I have here?"

"Just over 200," his sergeant answered, startled from his daydreaming.

"Send them to the armoury," Bryggan said, "equip them with plate and good arms, and get some bloody good horses for a change.  We're going to scout the Ismirila plains."

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The next day found Bryggan and his men trekking through the forest.  Though it was winter, there was no snow on the ground.  Apparently the season for war was not going to end this year, as it had done the previous years.  Bryggan, rather incautiously, rode at the head of his men.  He let his champion courser plod along, lost deep in his thoughts.  He thought of the war; the stubbornness of the Wardens, the defiance of Black Company, the retardedness of the Sloths.  With the latter he had tried diplomacy, foolishly promising them he would not go to war with them, even offering them Tulga.  After listening to all his arguments and pleas, they just stared at him with beady eyes and said, "Strat is ded" before shuffling off.  He was tempted to kill them right there, but they were just so damned cute.  And squishy faced.  But oh so retarded!

He might have to reconsider his promise of peace.  It would not be the first time he broke a promise.

The nicker of a horse broke his thoughts.  Glancing up, he saw four horsemen, arrayed for a boar hunt.  They wore the badges of the Wardens on their light leather tunics.  And one of them wore the badge of the Lord Warden.  It was Finnian Tiercel himself!

For half a second the men just stared, startled, at each other.  Bryggan looked into Finnians eyes for the first time.  Then he realized it was not the first time.  Then the yelling began.  Swords were unsheathed and archers hastily started stringing their bows.  "HOLD!" roared Bryggan, and his plated men looked at him in astonishment.

"My Lord, flee!" cried one of the Wardens, "it is an ambush!"

"Wait," Finnian ordered, but his men did not wait.  While one Warden grabbed the reins from Finnian's hands, another one smacked Finnian's horse on the back side with the flat of his sword.  The horse broke into a gallop, the High Lord Warden hanging on for dear life as the other led his horse crashing through the forest.  The two remaining Wardens each fired a single shot from their hunting bows before taking off behind their Lord.  The arrows bounced ineffectively off the heavy plate armour.

"Do we follow, m'Lord?" his sergeant asked.

Bryggan looked at him, still somewhat dazed by the encounter.  "Um.  Yes.  Yes, we follow."

The sergeant stared back at Bryggan, somewhat astonished.  It was not often that the High King had to think twice about going to battle.

Then he turned to his men.  "Right you sorry bastards!" he yelled at them, "Prepare for quick march!  We can catch these sorry bastards if you sorry bastards move your sorry asses!" The sergeant wasn't one for fancy linguistics.

"Counter that order!" Bryggan said, "We march regular pace.  And sheathe your damn weapons."

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The baffled men paused, but no one dared say anything.  Most, however, were thinking that their leader had finally gone completely mad.  But they were well trained men, and they obeyed the order.  Once clear of the forest, it was easy to find the tracks of the wardens.  Off in the distance the actual men could finally be seen.  Around 200 men as well, but not as well armed as Bryggan's men.  An honour guard, equipped for dealing with bandits should they run into any on their hunting trip, but not for a well equipped fighting force.

They marched in silence for several hours, until the towers of Nova Ismirila castle came into view.  "My lord, we must stop," the sergeant said, "they have reinforcements and good armour in the castle.  If they launch an attack we will be lost."

"Very well," Bryggan said, his mind obviously on other things, "we turn back."

"I suggest we quick march."

"Nah, don't worry about it."

When Bryggan saw that they were not being followed, they stopped for an afternoon meal.  Bryggan went to one of the pack horses and rummaged through the personal belongings he brought with him on all his campaigns.  He quickly found what he was looking for.

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So the Lord Warden was from Chulain before he joined the order.  Bryggan remembered the day quite well.  He had just come to these lands and was trying desperately to make a name for himself.  He trained with axe and shield, with throwing weapons.  His skill back then was quite a bit better than it was now, and he felt it was his greatest achievement to be noticed by the famous Hounds.  He met Finnian on the duel server, a smiling, charismatic soldier whom, Bryggan had even thought at the time, had a natural leadership quality that was lacking in most men.  They had a few duels which Bryggan had lost, but apparently was good enough, for he was soon signed into the Hounds.

And then began the most exciting and most boring time of Bryggan's life.  The Hounds excelled at tournaments, especially the siege styled ones, and it felt good to be part of their shield wall.  Every day he joined in the mock battles, striving harder and harder to accumulate more points.  Finnian was a good friend, and he always looked forward to seeing him at these battles.  Unfortunately, outside of the tournaments, life was miserable.  King Bonesaw gave him a job recruiting men for his castle.  Wars were few and far between, and those that did happen usually did not have throwing weapons, which was becoming Bryggan's specialty.  He did not see any real chance at earning glory.


Then one night, drunk and feeling offended by the way some Hound kept going on about 'Niggaz' hitting him (in Bryggan's country that word just ain't cool), Bryggan deserted.  He left with a couple hundred men, but was unsure where to go, so he sat outside Bonesaw's castle, recruiting men for himself.  This was a big mistake.  Bonesaw sent his men after him, and after a quick slaughter Bryggan was defeated and fled to Europe.

He had been angry then, and swore revenge.  He made himself a small shiny army and went to attack Bonesaw where ever he might find him.  But it was too late.  King Bonesaw has already went mad and had attacked all his neighbouring kingdoms.  By the time Bryggan was ready for battle, the Hounds of Chulain were gone.

Yet now they had returned.  Bryggan had long gotten over his anger, and would be delighted to see his one time comrades again.  But, alas, the only place he was going to see them now was the battlefield.

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btw, anyone know what a 'kern' is?

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on January 03, 2015, 09:10:06 pm

A kern, is a irish light infantry man of the middle ages and renaissance. They were rank and file soldier of most irish armies, and even served as mercenaries for the Tutors in Europe.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: StonedSteel on January 03, 2015, 09:15:46 pm

meh, we all have our own interpretations in life. a Kern to me, is after you eat corn, the little "kerns" that get stuck in your poop.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on January 03, 2015, 09:32:26 pm

Quote from: StonedSteel on January 03, 2015, 09:15:46 pm

meh, we all have our own interpretations in life. a Kern to me, is after you eat corn, the little "kerns" that get stuck in your poop.

So it may have been an insult... hmm.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on January 04, 2015, 04:07:19 am

Given the context of our conversation I think my definition is probably more relevant to Finnian's original sentiment.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on January 04, 2015, 04:50:40 am

Well, I take it as an insult!  So therefore, I will reveal the personal steam messages between me and Thalion!  I know, cheap and cheesy, but ya gotta understand what a nasty, low life scoundrel this man is so you will sign up for us to defeat this bastard!:

Bryggan: awesome fight
Bryggan: except for us losing
Bryggan: Every one here really enjoyed that battle
Bryggan: Good morning sunshine
Thalion: good mornin laddy
Bryggan: I see Finnian caught me sneaking up on him
Thalion: we are not blind you know
Bryggan: Oh yeah, keep forgetting you are active
Bryggan: not used to that
Bryggan: Well, I wouldn't do a sneak attack- nor would I attack so close to reinforcements
Bryggan: Hey, it was you that recruited me to the Hounds oh so long ago, right?
Thalion: i really don't know
Thalion: possibly
Thalion: me or finnian maybe
Thalion: he's pretty good about being an active recruiter
Bryggan: I'm not 100% sure myself
Bryggan: I didn't know anyone then
Bryggan: was thinking of doing an RP, and thought that would make it interesting- not much else interesting going on except you guys fighting like bastards
Thalion: like bastards? lol
Bryggan: Once again, congratulations on your victories- still very happy about the roster size and balance- who woulda thought?
Bryggan: I actually reinforced Wolf- should have given him a lot more, but I thought, 'nah, we won't use all the ticks anyways'.
Thalion: yeah, the last two battles were good
Thalion: you still had a slight advantage on the roster
Bryggan: numberwise we did
Bryggan: but obviously not qualitywise
Thalion: still, best attendane for any strat battles in a while
Bryggan: we gotta keep up this excitement- you know how normally everyone is miserable when you lose?  We didn't have that- everyone was damn cheerful
Thalion: well gotta run
Bryggan: k, laterz
Bryggan: oh wait
Thalion: yeah?
Bryggan: are the Hounds still active (without revealing too much)?
Thalion: gotta run
Bryggan: lol
Thalion: sorry, going boot shopping with the gf
Thalion: and she just walked out the door
Bryggan: ooh, nice
Bryggan: have fun
Thalion: don't want to make her wait cause i'm some scrubby neck beard chatting on steam
Thalion: lol
Bryggan: lol loser!!
Thalion: we'll chat later
Thalion is now Online.
Bryggan: How was shopping?  Did you hold her purse?  I myself never had a problem with that, as it seems less gay to make a woman happy than it is to impress your guy friends
Bryggan: And, just so you know, I would never have attacked Finnian wihtout talking to you guys first
Bryggan: and... if I was attacking, I would have risked the chance of reinforcements
Thalion: i did
Thalion: and carried her packages
Bryggan: Chivalrous
Bryggan: not a donkey though, are you (and not in a chadzian way)
Bryggan: and my man Storm is catching up with our RP
Bryggan: he's loving it
Bryggan: oddly enough, he only quoted your shit post aimed at Blue
Bryggan: Do you know what I was thinking if you captured Curaw?  Especially after Albus's defeat?
Bryggan: I would have surrendered.  Not my lands, nor my city, but I would have accepted a new High King
Thalion: thats a little sad
Thalion: then
Thalion: that the war will go on
Thalion: and countless lives might be lost
Bryggan: Sad, but true
Bryggan: but what would you do?  In Finnian's name?
Bryggan: if I won
Bryggan: If I tookl Ismirla castle
Bryggan: The Hounds I might be able to make peace with
Bryggan: They are a kingdom, and have sensibility
Bryggan: but you are an order
Bryggan: stuck with a false sense of duty
Thalion: we are not an order
Thalion: we are the sovern nation of mithrim
Bryggan: Wardens
Bryggan: go check your dictionary
Thalion: right, we carry on the work of The High King Fingolfin
Thalion: high king of the noldor
Thalion: slain in the wars with morgoth, a far greater evil than anyone in calradia know
Bryggan: You live in the past, Thalion
Bryggan: I've heard stories of the Noldor, but who has seen them?
Thalion: they stand before you
Thalion: and you have died by their blades
Thalion: on the fields before Ismirala castle
Bryggan: You are a mere order of Knights who have convinced themselves they are the eldar Noldar
Thalion: lies thought up by the Chadizian brotherhood who now use you as their tool
Bryggan: They fought like bastards, but they are dead now.  In a war of attrition, I will win.
Bryggan: James thought I was a mere pagan til I defeated him.
Bryggan: Now he thinks I am a vessel of chadz
Bryggan: He believes the tower bug was chadz' judgement on you
Bryggan: You called it witchcraft, and since then your men have fought fiercely
Bryggan: but soon they will see that your ancient dreams of a long gone place are the real witchcraft
Thalion: its not too late you know
Thalion: to turn back the tide of hatered and bloodshed
Bryggan: But we have (or eventually will get) large armies from the west.  I asked about your hound armies out of concern for you.
Bryggan: ok, how would you decide a peace?
Bryggan: What are your terms?
Thalion: that you retain your title as a king of the north, but renouce the title of high king, and swear never again to revisit war upon your neighbors in the north. That you relinquish your claims to the black company territories which you invaded without due cause.
Bryggan: I offered Black Company all the lands they lost.  They refused.
Bryggan: They for sure are a military group
Bryggan: Stuck on a thorn of honour
Bryggan: which I admire
Bryggan: I cannot renounce my claim, for it is not my claim, but the claim of Calradia
Bryggan: but when the North is mine and you have fallen, I will give back all their lands
Thalion: Did you actually talk to any black company lairds? For as much as I know, they are dead of plague. Only our treaties to defend their lands have stirred us to action.
Bryggan: And I will return your lands too, provided you accept that you are wardens for the Norhtern Kingdom
Bryggan: I have heard them curse me
Bryggan: Yet.
Bryggan: I may be a noob in the eyes of these ancient kingdoms, but have I not resurrected many assumed to be dead by the plague?
Bryggan: (ps. I may be recording this conversation)
Bryggan: Imagine this if you will:  A united North.  The towns and castles full of prosperity, the villages left to their bloody crime, cuz Nerf them, like, who cares?
Thalion is now Online.
Thalion: (thats cool, i think this conversation could be posted as RP)
Bryggan: Then we, as the northern pacifist play their trade simulator, we, who are a little more aggressive, head south.  We attack cities and towns, and even villages.  We grant fiefs to those who are active.  We send messages begging those in bed from the Ayufkay plague to sign rosters.  Cuz both you and I found there is no satisfaction from a battle won without defenders.
Bryggan: There is a shortage of armies, but there is no shortage of population. Nor arms, me thinks.
Bryggan: (need a beer, afk a sec)
Bryggan: But I'm not asking you to surrender
Bryggan: I gave up on that
Bryggan: You are as bloody stubborn as a mule that is bloody stubborn even according to other mules
Bryggan: You have your bloody 'honour' and your bloody 'code'.
Bryggan: Unless I'm, wrong, the Wardens are a select few designated to guard the North.
Bryggan: LIsten here.  I know your men have been indoctrinated with your myths, and will fight til the end.  Should your 'Valar' protect you, then so be it.  But should your.. gods?  Elders?  Whatever you call them, fail you, then I shall make you true Wardens of the North.  You will protect the simple peasant and the greedy townsman from aggression.  We will bring the war far, far away from the north... which would have happened already if it wasn't for your singular beliefs.  Honestly, you are worse than James for you thoughts on how people should act.  Tsk Tsk.
Bryggan: Ok, smoke break, and you seem AFK.  I'll give you one last argument before we break you.
Thalion: (checking lore with Finnian)
Bryggan: forgiveness ensues.... thought you dropped me- I do go on sometimes.
Bryggan: still, off for a smoke
Thalion: (okay
Bryggan: Your Hounds are here.  I feel like I may have lost some pressure in our diplomacy
Thalion: *smiles* Did you think a Hound forgets his loyal friends?
Bryggan: A hound is loyal- yet fierce
Thalion: Bryggan, we once fought together. DId I not march an army and take Yurma castle to help bring down James of Acre?
Bryggan: Yes, yes you did
Bryggan: then you gifted it to me
Thalion: How do you sleep at night knowing that you aim a sword at the very hearts of those who helped win your crown in the first place.
Thalion: Not for their own gain, or yours. But hope for a better and more peaceful north
Thalion: YOu speak with now with a croked tounge. You hold a dagger behind your back even while extending the olive brance with the other."
Bryggan: How do you sleep at night knowing that you cause war and destruction, whereas I offer peace and unity
Bryggan: Hmmm.  Talk to the fiefs of the northwest.  They have peace.  It is the East that is in turmoil.  And yet you blame me?!?!?
Thalion: You offer chains. You may call it peace and unity, but when you make war on those who live free and happy in their own domain then we know you speak falsely
Thalion: We will not take your God, we will not take your yoke. We will remain free and proud in our own domain.
Bryggan: Pah!  Freedom for the lords.  When a village is attacked, it is the peasants who die.  The Lords run free to raise armies to kill more peasants.
Bryggan: Very well, my "warden".  Protect your people with more war.  I am sure they will praise you for it.  But I see you are a man not dedicated to reason, but to some simply grasped concept of honour.  chadz curse you, Armagon curse you, Tydeus the Nerfer curse you, Mohammed curse you, Bel curse you, and let any other god I learned about yet forgot curse you as well.
Bryggan: Okay, I copied all of that since "awesome fight"
Thalion: lol
Bryggan: Shall I post it?  Gotta check I didn't over copy
Bryggan: anything you want ot change?
Bryggan: like "We understand- we surrender!"
Bryggan: hmmm
Thalion: "You call upon the fallen Archangel Tydeus to curse us? Surely you have fallen into a dark faith. For there are many who say that it is he who is responsible for the great plague that has wasted the land.  As for us, we shall put our trust in the Valar, and in the steel of our warriors swords. Farewell, Bryggan. I will hold out hope for you as well, till the very end. Old Friend." *Thalion bows before mounting his horse and leaving with his house guard*
Thalion: add that last bit
Bryggan: nope, too late
Bryggan: lol
Thalion: edit?
Bryggan: um, the bit about your gf?
Bryggan: holding purses and such?
Thalion: yes, and this as well
Thalion: "You call upon the fallen Archangel Tydeus to curse us? Surely you have fallen into a dark faith. For there are many who say that it is he who is responsible for the great plague that has wasted the land.  As for us, we shall put our trust in the Valar, and in the steel of our warriors swords. Farewell, Bryggan. I will hold out hope for you as well, till the very end. Old Friend." *Thalion bows before mounting his horse and leaving with his house guard*
Bryggan: I mean, there's no way anyone would believe a strat player has a gf.  Makes you lose crediblity
Bryggan: Ok, very well, your call
Thalion: `hhahah
Thalion: whatever
Thalion: i really meant the other RP part

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Jayjrod on January 04, 2015, 06:35:30 am

The Honour of  a Sell-sword:

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A few candles and a small hearth fire was all that lit the small private study that was adjacent to the lord’s chambers at Yurma castle.  A figure stood at the table, leaning with fists resting against tabletop as he peered at two objects that lay on the wood. The two large items were made of cloth.  Too large to be garments, for the cloth drooped to the floor on both sides of the table. They were, in fact, banners.  One a banner of the Wardens of Mithrim, blue with the white star, the other, a red and white banner, King Bryggan’s personal banner. 

It had been weeks of vicious battle, and Jayjrod had taken no few lives. There was one man, however, who seemed to appear in JayJrod’s dreams. An archer. He had cut down dozens of archers, and in his dreams he cut down dozens more. But for some reason the archer always had the same face. He thought of what it felt like to cut through the man’s tartar bow, the snap of the wood before the crunch of his sword cleaving through bone as the archer desperately tried to draw his weapon or flee.  Always the archer had the same face though.  Jayjrod’s sword arm twitched. Even recalling the memory made the muscles in his sword are twitch, so vivid was the scene his nightly visions painted. 

Then there was Rostam, the brave Haradrim who fought with Mithrim now. In recent days the death of his near 700 man contingent rested almost solely on JayJrod’s hands. He shuddered, remembering the look on his friend’s face knowing his men were doomed.  Even his other friend, Lonstead, who sometimes took the strange moniker of “Sexy Furry” had suffered heavy losses in the fighting.  Inside he felt something was dying.  With each sword stroke that took the life of a warden of mithrim something died a little more. The banner of Mithrim, captured from Rostam’s warhost was certainly a war-beaten banner. Stitched back together in many places, with faded blood stains visible in large splotches. After many victories it had finally been trampled into the dust at the village of Rebatche, by a mere handful of peasants.

And what of Bryggan, his King? If he were to lower his sword, or join the ranks of Mithrim even, it might break the old man’s heart, or even worse drive him mad.  He had begun in the ranks of Bryggan’s army as a simple sellsword, and with his skill and prowess moved up in rank and trust and now held one of Bryggan’s most valuable castles.  To switch sides now would certainly but Bryggan in the most perilous of positions. Yet, he had never truly wanted to slaughter so many of those he had once called friends. But what of his new comrades among the ranks of Bryggan’s royal army, and that of the crusading army of Acre? 

On one hand lay the path of honor and duty. Though he was just a sellsword, Bryggan had been good and kind to him, and perhaps he owed the man who was now King, and attempting to claim the High Kingship of all Calradia.  On the other hand, though an act of betrayal and rebellion he would no longer have to slaughter his old friends. Suddenly he gave an anguished cry and slammed down his fist on the table. It did not break, for he was no strength crutch.  He grabbed up the blue and white banner and held it  a few feet out from his chest, as if for a moment he might tear it in two before turning suddenly and walking swiftly out of the study, out of his chambers. “You there! Guardsman! Take down the banner that now flies above Yurma, and run this one up! You heard me! Do it!”

His arms were shaking, but deep down inside he felt still.  He had chosen. Right or wrong he had chosen.  It seemed that, in war, as in life so many deeds there are that travel down a grey road, leaving in their wake questions difficult to answer.  Right, wrong, honor, what were these things? Maybe these questions were  too great for a simple sellsword, but perhaps he might stop being haunted by the face of that one archer, being cut down relentlessly each night in his dreams.

Bryggan:

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Bryggan was in a rage.  He had just received news that there were rumors of sick men masquerading as priests of chadz doing ill deeds in the country side.  Most likely they were just peasant rumors, or worse, rumors started by his enemies in Mithrim to slander his good name. Rather hoped that it was the former, and not the latter. Either way he had sent out men to find the truth of the matter. If evil was done in his realm he would see justice served quickly. Damnit, he may be a conquering bastard but he was not evil.  In the life of conquerors, sometimes examples had to be made, sometimes brutality had to be used as the tool of a leader, but if it had had to be used, he alone would use it, and only when necessary. 

Still his plans to create an empire rested on the ability to create a just and peaceful realm. After all the bloodshed and death, there had to be something left over to build up. Order after the chaos, prosperity after the plundering, life after the plague. He had brought fire and sword to Acre lands, but deftly as a skilled diplomat had brought them around to one united cause. Likewise with the Duchy in the steppe. Now he marshalled forces and resources from far and wide. Only those stubborn fools in the east would not yield. Those damned Wardens, and their damned allies the Hounds. Did they not see they were the old order? Did they not see they stood in the way of progress? A united north, hell, a united Calradia?  Yet no matter how often he extended the olive branch with favorable terms, they stamped on it in fierce defiance. Arrogant fools. The elvish blood in their veins had apparently addled their brains. How many must die because of their unwillingness to bend their stiff necks?

Suddenly a messenger approached Bryggan as he sat, deep in thought, and bored on his great throne in Curaw. The herald had a grave face. “Your Highness, High King Bryggan. We have just received word that Jayjrod has risen in rebellion against your rightful authority. A Wardens banner now flies along his sellsword banner above the castle, where yours once flew. It seems he has joined with the enemy.”  said the herald.

Bryggan’s face turned ashen grey. He motioned for the herald to leave.  The great throne room of Curaw was silent, except for the thoughts of the burdened king.  That was the lad thinking?  Had he been bought out? Fallen to madness? Insulted some how?  Bryggan wracked his brain for any slight that might have been directed at Jayjrod over the last few weeks of campaigning and he could think of none.  He sighed deeply.  “I may be an instrument of divine order and justice, but damn, sometimes i hate what i must do,” he thought silently to himself before shouting at the top of his lungs “ SUMMON MY WAR COUNCIL!” The silence in the great hall was shattered.

Mithrim:

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Between spurts of coughing Thalion managed to relay to the Lord Warden, Finnian Tiercel, that a messenger bird had just arrived and was on its way to the great hall in Ismirala.  Finnian nodded and turned his attention back to the game of chess he was playing with Arn, a young knight from the Order of the White Stallion, and trusted captain within Mithrim’s military. 

After a few moments the an old man with long grey heard and beard hobbled into the room with a small scroll of parchment. Radafast the Fallow was the man’s name,  a strong old man, who spent more time with birds than  he did with people.  Puffing on a long stemmed pipe the man hobbled up to the close proximity of the captains of Mithrim, who stood about the great table in the hall, at their own amusements or watching the game of chess play out between Finnian and Arn.

“Oh, what was I here for?” said the man looking up and blinking.

“A message, I believe, from one of your birds.” said Finnian patiently.

“Oh yes! Thats right!” said Radafast, and handed the small piece of parchment over to the lord warden before hobbling back off to his birds.

“Are you sure it's wise to have an old fellow, and half-baked, by the looks of him, handling all of our sensitive communications?” asked Rostam, somewhat dismayed, it being the first time he had met the old man.

Finnian chuckled. “Well, I doubt he even knows or cares about the doings of the world. No, I don’t think any ill of old Radafast. He does his duty and is content with that.” he said even as he began scanning over the message.

“Elbereth Gilthoniel!” exclaimed Finnian as he read the contents of the message. “Apparently a Wardens banner now flies over Yumra castle. JayJrod wishes to join with us.”

“You mean King Bryggan’s best sellsword?” questioned Thalion.

Rostam looked down at the floor, shuffling his feet a bit. “He was once a friend you know. And could just as easily been hired to fight for us.”

“I am unsure,” said Arn. “If he would betray his master, why should we accept him into our ranks?”

“He is a sellsword, not a noble vasal, to my understanding,” said Finnian. “Though we should be careful, this could yet be a clever trap. What do you think Thalion?”

“I do not think King Bryggan would use such ploys of deceit, my Lord Warden,” stated Thalion matter of flatly. “He may be a conquering madman now, but he’s got a barbarians sense of honor. He’d rather fight us head-on like two bulls fighting over a cow.” 

Finnian nodded and sighed. “I agree.  I too dislike the use of cloak and dagger tactics over much. But our own ranks of fighting men grow thin. We cannot just keep replacing our losses forever. Perhaps we should accept Jayjrod’s offer to join our cause and thus avoid a long a bitter war of attrition?”

Thalion nodded but remained looking thoughtful. Finally Rostam spoke up again. “I believe that we should. He’s a good lad, I knew him well once.  Back during the brief rule of Krea.”

“Its decided then. Let us draw up new war plans to account this change on the game board. Thalion, if you don’t mind. Draw up a letter to be set via messenger bird to let JayJrod know of our acceptance of his proposal to join our cause.” said Finnian.

“As you say, Lord Warden” said the Viceroy before bowing and making his way out the great hall.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on January 04, 2015, 07:30:38 am

JayJrod may switch sides as he pleases.  Loyalty, as I know, is a bought commodity.  But his lies will not be tolerated.  Rumours of peasants being bullied into chadzian worship are one thing, but open torture of anything I will not abide by.  James is a zealot, but an honest one.  He will yell and scream, as anyone in TS will know, but he will never TW or TK, and of course would never torture.

Thalion is obsessed by being in the right, and I sometimes wonder whether he may have staged the "Yruma converts".  Yruma is under the influence of MY LANDS!!  James is far to the west, in the steppes.  And, once again, there are only rumours.  Should it be proven to me, with true evidence, I will hang James, King or not.

I can only assume these are people planted by Thalion.  JayJrod is an excitable person, as we all know.  We remember him as the fun loving guy who would balance his sword on his nose during feasts; the guy who knew no fear during battle, the guy who laughed at all the jokes, whether funny or not.

But I did give him his own castle.  And all the gear in it.  And I assumed he could run it.  Instead, he let outsiders take control of it.  No surprise.  He is a good hearted man, and can't quite believe that people would use him as a mere pawn in their game... at the cost of twisted limbs and broken spirits.  I am sure JayJrod means well. but this foolhardy gent can't quite understand the evil that men will do to further their cause.  He tells me he plays other games with his 'friends'.  People who will win him over with friendly gestures and token smiles.  Well, whatever.

I myself did not know him when he joined us, but such a friendly spirit is infectious.  Such a happy character is unfortunately easily trusted, but trust based on charisma is not to be trusted.  I know that now.

Well, the wardens have stooped to deception.  We can only hope that means they are getting desperate.  Such vile deceptions are not worthy of their name, but desperate times call for desperate measures.  I myself can only weep, and hope that once I truly become the Winter King I can finally put an end to such things as these, and rule in justice.

And to show my true pursuit of justice, I will put James on the stand, where I will make him swear by his most holy chadz that what happened in Yruma castle was not by his bidding, or by any other Chadizian.

And, with my magnamious spirit, I offer to trade Yruma castle, which was given by me unto JayJrod for his deeds and his service, for Rebache, which he, by his sword, saved for us.  This seems fair to me, and to all I know, and should be seen as fair by all.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on January 04, 2015, 07:37:47 am

Okay, so breaking character  here. Perhaps that was a bit much. I was more thinking of some rouge elements of the chadizian clergy than anything else. Perhaps it didn't come out that way. I probably got more absorbed in the creative writing element than thinking about how it reflected on folks. Sorry about that. Bryggan your a decent fellow. 

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on January 04, 2015, 08:14:11 am

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Quote from: Jayjrod on January 04, 2015, 06:35:30 am

   I sat motionless on the large oak chair; that stood at the end of the great hall of Yruma Castle.  Before him I saw the lips of a Chadizian priest moving. There was a buzzing sound, faint and annoying that had been going on for some time. I brought my attention back to the sound once more and realized it was not some insect, which would have been odd for the dead of winter, rather it was the dry, high pitched voice of the priest, as he droned on and about the blessing and wrath of the all powerful chadz. 

   "Even you, oh great and terrible JayJrod owe your power to chadz. He is the source of all XP! It is with his power that you slay your enemies. That we punish the blasphemers to the east, those cursed and so called Wardens."

   I lifted my gaze to meet the priests eyes. The priests eyes were beady and slightly glazed with small red lines that whispered madness. Then my mind's eye skipped back to the battles of the recent days. I recalled one face in particular; Some Mithrim archer, I seemed to be killing over and over again.  I remembered cutting through the man's tartar bow and straight into his skull. Why did that one man's countless deaths haunt my dreams?

   "My deeds are my own, priest. I am no agent of divine will. My sins are my own as is my justice.  My skills are my own. Hardened throughout the generations, and distilled in me, mightiest of one handers."
The priest took a step back, he looked shocked. "My Lord, I do not think you realize what you're saying. Surely, King James, the new Lord Inquisitor will be disappointed in such sentiment. It is by chadz's will alone that we achieve victory. High King Bryggan and King James are merely his instruments. Greater instruments, as you are a lesser instrument. A finger on the fist that smites the unbelievers."

Even as the priest spoke, there arose wails of pain from the hallways that led down to the dungeons below Yruma castle.

I glanced in the direction of the door leading to the hallway. "What's that noise?"

   The priest shrugged nonchalantly. "There are some non-believers within your fief, we took the liberty of converting them for you, and saving you the trouble. "

   "What? Are you telling me you took folk from within the fief I was given by Bryggan and are converting them by the sword?"

   "Well, not exactly by the sword. A bit swift. Hot iron, boiling oil, stretching wracks, the breaking wheel, the iron pear,  Tydeus' Tickler..." the man suddenly shuddered. Was that a thrill of delight courses through his wizened and pale flesh? Another muffled wail drifted up from behind closed doors. 

   "You sick bastard," said I, rising from the lords chair and striking the man in the jaw sending him reeling before striding towards the doorway that would lead too the dungeons. Pausing at the doorway I drew my sword.  I didn't know where this path would take me, but perhaps it would be the only way to atone, the only way to keep that one archer's face out of my dreams.

   A few moments later he return upstairs, his sword red with blood. Behind him, a girl in rags with a now crippled hand, one that would probably never work quite right again thanks to the priests of chadz. Those priests though, would never trouble anyone again. At this point, the priest that I had struck was regaining his senses from being sprawled out on the stone floor. He glanced at my bloody sword stupefied, before the realization of what had happened dawned on him.

   "BLASPHEMY! YOU... DEVIL... BLASPHEMER! TRAITOR!!! YOU-" a swift sword stroke cut his ranting short.  The clash of pottery and metal hitting the floor was heard as a passing servant dropped the pitcher and goblets she was carrying before fainting at the carnage in the great hall.  Word would spread quickly.

   "Traitor, eh? This is my castle and I'll not see my folk butchered." I muttered under my breath. Yet deep down I knew that word of my deeds tonight would change everything, but there was no turning back.

- co-written by Thalion

Seriously, this is just mean.

Quote from: Bryggan on January 04, 2015, 07:30:38 am

JayJrod may switch sides as he pleases.  Loyalty, as I know, is a bought commodity.  But his lies will not be tolerated.  Rumours of peasants being bullied into chadzian worship are one thing, but open torture of anything I will not abide by.  James is a zealot, but an honest one.  He will yell and scream, as anyone in TS will know, but he will never TW or TK, and of course would never torture.

Thalion is obsessed by being in the right, and I sometimes wonder whether he may have staged the "Yruma converts".  Yruma is under the influence of MY LANDS!!  James is far to the west, in the steppes.  And, once again, there are only rumours.  Should it be proven to me, with true evidence, I will hang James, King or not.

I can only assume these are people planted by Thalion.  JayJrod is an excitable person, as we all know.  We remember him as the fun loving guy who would balance his sword on his nose during feasts; the guy who knew no fear during battle, the guy who laughed at all the jokes, whether funny or not.

But I did give him his own castle.  And all the gear in it.  And I assumed he could run it.  Instead, he let outsiders take control of it.  No surprise.  He is a good hearted man, and can't quite believe that people would use him as a mere pawn in their game... at the cost of twisted limbs and broken spirits.  I am sure JayJrod means well. but this foolhardy gent can't quite understand the evil that men will do to further their cause.  He tells me he plays other games with his 'friends'.  People who will win him over with friendly gestures and token smiles.  Well, whatever.

I myself did not know him when he joined us, but such a friendly spirit is infectious.  Such a happy character is unfortunately easily trusted, but trust based on charisma is not to be trusted.  I know that now.

Well, the wardens have stooped to deception.  We can only hope that means they are getting desperate.  Such vile deceptions are not worthy of their name, but desperate times call for desperate measures.  I myself can only weep, and hope that once I truly become the Winter King I can finally put an end to such things as these, and rule in justice.

And to show my true pursuit of justice, I will put James on the stand, where I will make him swear by his most holy chadz that what happened in Yruma castle was not by his bidding, or by any other Chadizian.

And, with my magnamious spirit, I offer to trade Yruma castle, which was given by me unto JayJrod for his deeds and his service, for Rebache, which he, by his sword, saved for us.  This seems fair to me, and to all I know, and should be seen as fair by all.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on January 04, 2015, 08:40:17 am

Okay, so final analysis after chatting with Bryggan on steam.  I got carried away with my writing in the RP post and while certainly torture by religious fanatics would be a great reason to rebel, it does not reflect the nature of the characters that Bryggan  or James actually play. Sorry about that guys, I owe you both apologies.  You guys have done a great job rallying/building up a impressive faction for a great war late strat. I'll be working with JayJrod to come up with a post that doesn't paint Bryggan's faction in such a bad light and will be in keeping with the fun and decent posts which have been the norm on this thread. 

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Jona on January 04, 2015, 10:53:59 am

Jona sat wistfully on a solid oak chair, rocking back and forth as the winter winds tore at his clothes. The winds were especially harsh due to the fact that he was sitting in the tallest watchtower in all of Sargoth. Neither the cold nor the breeze bothered him much at all, for he was greatly accustomed to such things by now and his thin leather garb was all the defense he needed against the northern clime. What had him in such a mood was the very reason he was sitting exposed to the elements in the first place; he was watching the war unfold before him, from afar.

Jona was a man of action, and sitting back merely spectating was not his style. He stood abruptly, which stole the attention of his nearby guards. He looked towards the nearest, "Send word to my appointed steward, who is no doubt drinking himself silly in the renowned taverns of Jelbegi. It is time for him to manage things in my stead." "But sir, where will you be going?" the guard inquired. "Out there," Jona said as he pointed into the vast countryside sprawling before him, "out into the fray." "But sir-" the guard began to protest. "Fret not, for although I personally wouldn't mind doing so, I shall not be going alone. Send word to the lords of the Southern lands, telling them now is the time we strike. Tell them that it is the time... to release the Hounds!" "Aye, sir. As you wish" the guard stated as he backed down the stairs.

Jona walked to the very edge of the platform, both hands grasping as firmly onto the wooden railing as he would soon grasp onto victory itself. Jona surveyed the lands before him from this high vantage point one final time. He had been reviewing this same scene for the past few weeks day in and day out. With one last deep breath of the crisp air he closed his eyes and still pictured the land before him as clear as day; every bend in the rivers, every patch in the forests where the trees grew thicker or thinner, and far off to the west, he could picture the exact snow-covered hilltop upon which Ismirala Castle stood. The enemy would be a fool to ever engage him in these lands he knows far better than any other, so Jona was not at all anxious about such an encounter. No, Jona now began shaking not from cold or fear, but from shear excitement. He would be charging headlong into lands he rarely traveled, against an enemy he barely knew, and he could no longer contain his grin while taking it all in. Maybe, just maybe it would be a fair fight. A bit of challenge, perhaps. Only time would tell.

"I leave within a week. Ready the men and ensure that my steward arrives with plenty of time to sober up before that." Jona declared, to no one in particular, but the two remaining watchmen both departed to see his wishes made reality. Standing alone, in a tower some 30 meters high, Jona muttered "Let us have some fun now, eh, Thalion? Let us see if we can't maybe win this little war of ours."
 

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on January 04, 2015, 01:24:49 pm

+100 for the writing, -98 for the font.  I hate italics.  Oh, and -1 for going to war against us.  So +1 for you, old dawg.  Er, Hound.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Jona on January 04, 2015, 05:25:45 pm

Quote from: Bryggan on January 04, 2015, 01:24:49 pm

+100 for the writing

Gracias.

Quote from: Bryggan on January 04, 2015, 01:24:49 pm

-98 for the font

Sorry, but old habits die hard. That is how rping was done in the diplomacy threads of ye olden times... so italics = rp, not italics = out of character speaking, like now.

Quote from: Bryggan on January 04, 2015, 01:24:49 pm

Oh, and -1 for going to war against us

Not so sorry. :D

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Sharpe on January 04, 2015, 06:56:18 pm

Sharpe sat in a dimly lit tavern on some splintery oaken benches; he didn’t know whether or not his mood was being affected by the depressing atmosphere of the place or the 8 flagons of mead he had just hastily consumed. Some random Astralis knight came up to him, slapped him on the back, and said “Keldan I’ve been looking all over for you!” Sharpe turned around slowly and summarily punched the man in the face. Thinking to himself just because we wear the same blue gambeson and felt cap doesn’t mean we're the same person. A similar event happened to him in Veluca where a drunken TkoV serf thought he was Malke, except in Veluca he had been chased out of town by some very heavily armed men. He tossed his last few shekels at the bar keep, and walked outside to discover where he was.

Taking a step outside he was greeted by a gigantic gust of wind, which sprayed sand in his face. Well I’m in a desert, he thought. Every place begins to look the same,since he began his grieving process of travelling from tavern to tavern across the Calradian wastelands. Why am I even grieving? Who cares anymore. Sharpe walks back into the tavern to retrieve his finely crafted Yew Longbow and his 8lb Tydeus Bodkins. He turns to leave, but as he does, the tavern keeper throws something heavy and metal on the ground. “You seem to be forgetting this Sir Archer.” Sharpe walks over to pick up his sword and glares into the barkeepers soul, turns around and walks away.

As Sharpe walks around the bazaar to see if he can buy anything to sell at the next city for mead money, he hears his name being cried out through the streets. “ZeSharpe, ZeSharpe!” He wonders who it could be. Maybe it was Brunhilde from the tavern, or Jakov come to collect his debts (Sharpe had spent some time in EU, and found he was able to handle the Druzhina vodka, however he was not the best gambler when he was slightly incapacitated). In the end it was none of the above, but a messenger from the Northern Principalities.

ZeSharpe? The messenger calls out as the blue clad archer walks towards him. Sharpe replies with a very curt response, and grabs the scrolled up paper from the simple courier. He breaks the ink seal and unravels the parchment, noticing both the Valar Star and the Gaelic Hound on the crest, and begins to read the message

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Sharpe,
      
      The time has come for you to stop grieving over the Tydeus nerfs towards archery, and come back up to the North. We could use your marksmanship, and….. mainly just your marksmanship. For many a fool needs to have a 1v1 with your arrows to truly humble them.

Sincerely,

Wardens of the North.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Jayjrod on January 05, 2015, 12:25:56 am

The RP in my first post has been updated.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on January 11, 2015, 06:17:06 pm

King Bryggan the Magnanimous

Thanks Bryggan for spotting the fact that crime had started to creep up at Ismirala. Very chivalrous and sportsman like of you ole fellow. 

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"Milord," said Albus as he bowed and approached the mighty throne that sat in the great hall within the fortified city of Nova Curaw. "You have summoned me, and I am here. What are your orders?"

The King was silent for a moment, as if lost in thought. "You have heard that a bout of the plague has hit the wardens in their stronghold of Ismirala castle?"

"It seems to be so.  Our spies report that they are doing what they can to minimize casualties, but the plague is always costly whenever it appears." replied Albus.


The King nodded. "I have reached a decision, then, loyal Albus. I want a diplomatic mission sent to Ismirala castle. Send them the notes and treatments our physicians have gathered regarding the plague, and be quick about it."

Albus looked puzzled for a moment. "Shall i send another request for their surrender as well?"

Bryggan only chuckled. "For all the good it would do.  No, just the notes and the treatments. Plague seems a poor way for the likes of the wardens to leave the world." 

Shrugging, but not questioning the wisdom, or more particularly the orders of the High King, Albus made his way out of the throne room to carry out the task he had been set too. 


Meanwhile, back in the throne room, Bryggan was still contemplating the taste of his decision. He could have reveled in the fact that a patch of plague had shown up int he very heartland of his enemies.  Perhaps that is what he should do. Hope that it claimed as many lives as possible and reduced the Warden's ability to wage an offensive war. Leaving only the bloody business of storming Ismirala and Sargoth to finish it.  But no, that really wasn't want he wanted.  The weeks had dragged on, with victories and losses, near victories and near losses. Standing up from the great jewel encrusted throne that had been crafted for him he walked over to look at the table full of maps and plans in his war-room.  Calradia, often refered too now as Chadizia, a land at war, but a land so empty that once was brimming with life and activity.  What would be his fate once the wardens were finished?  Prosperity. Peace. Boredom. It was his destiny to unite all the lands under one rule, one great empire that would bring all peoples together and forge a lasting realm. But perhaps he could delay destiny a little while, and blame it on the stubborn necks of the Wardens.  Still, Finnian, Thalion and all the others. Did he want them to be vanquished by plague? No! But at the onslaught of his armies! He may be a High King now, and as savvy a political strategist as a military strategist, but in his heart he was a warrior.  To meet worthy enemies in battle and defeat them, to forge alliances and wield the power of kingdom as if it were a sword. 


In a few days time, for it was but a small distance that separated the capitals of Curaw and Ismirala from each other, a small party of the King's men arrived barring the flag of truce.  Mainly physicians with a soldier or two for guards while travelling. They were received well and shown into the throne room of Ismirala to call upon the Lord Warden.  "Greetings, travelers. By your flag of truce I expect that you are here to parley. What is your message then?" asked Finnian.

The messageners bowed  respectfully, before the lead physician among them spoke. "Lord Warden. We are here on command of the High King Bryggan to bring valuable medical notes and remedies for the treatment of the great afk-plague. Upon hearing that a touch of it had broken out here at the castle, our King was grieved that he should be deprived of his most vexing yet honorable foes."

There was a long pause in the room and then the Lord Warden smiled.  "Be it so. Though war must be waged at times, to assure a people's right to their own sovereignty, it can, and should be waged with a level of civility that eases the burden on the common man and the common soldier alike. We will accept your notes and treatments.  May you stay in the castle several days and work with our own physicians and herbalists to get this bought of plague underhand. Then you will receive safe conduct out of our lands and back into your own. Now, you have journeyed long in the cold of winter. I will have food and mulled wine sent up to your rooms, where you may dine in comfort and relaxation." The company from Curaw nodded and bowed before being shown to their quarters. 

Thus it was that Bryggan the Conqueror became known as Bryggan the Magnanimous, First of his House. The barbarian king who was never afraid to shed blood towards his cause now proved he could be generous to his enemies as well as his friends.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Tristan_of_Erzoth on January 29, 2015, 07:14:17 am

Go back to war against each other so I can get sick XP again thx

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: HardRice on January 31, 2015, 06:25:40 am

Hey, I just wanted to interrupt Thalion's yall's cock-stroking to remind him of something:

Fuck James

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on January 31, 2015, 08:55:51 am

That sorta attitude always pisses me off. Anyone who wants to play can.  If you gotta problem with James, contact me.  And I will tell you are a pussy eating (not in the fun way, but when your tongue aches and yet still she is unsatisfied) low life scoundrel scumbag loser douchebag  cuntwad.

Gentlemen, we are the 13 Knights.  We don't choose our battles by who we like or don't like.   We choose our battles by the map.  We are true ferkin warriors, and we don't give a shit who we fight; friends or enemies, we will fight them all.  Cuz that's Strat's about.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: njames89 on January 31, 2015, 05:51:05 pm

Quote from: HardRice on January 31, 2015, 06:25:40 am

Hey, I just wanted to interrupt Thalion's yall's cock-stroking to remind him of something:

Fuck James

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Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Keshian on February 03, 2015, 09:35:54 pm

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Lol, just checked forums and map after 2 months of ignoring it and playing game where devs actually give even a minute of attention to their games.  James, i just feel sorry for you.  Can't give up his pixel kingship (vassalage to 13K though?) in a  dead game so still keeps going douche-strong.  Maybe i'll check back in another 2 months see if you can stop obsessing over anger.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: njames89 on February 03, 2015, 10:50:49 pm

Quote from: Keshian_the_Grey on February 03, 2015, 09:35:54 pm

Lol, just checked forums and map after 2 months of ignoring it and playing game where devs actually give even a minute of attention to their games.  James, i just feel sorry for you.  Can't give up his pixel kingship (vassalage to 13K though?) in a  dead game so still keeps going douche-strong.  Maybe i'll check back in another 2 months see if you can stop obsessing over anger.

lel , kesh your siege of Reyvaddin was terrifying m8.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: UnholyRolyPoly on February 04, 2015, 12:27:17 am

Quote from: Keshian_the_Grey on February 03, 2015, 09:35:54 pm

Lol, just checked forums and map after 2 months of ignoring it and playing game where devs actually give even a minute of attention to their games.  James, i just feel sorry for you.  Can't give up his pixel kingship (vassalage to 13K though?) in a  dead game so still keeps going douche-strong.  Maybe i'll check back in another 2 months see if you can stop obsessing over anger.

He's just a D-Bag.  That's what D-Bags do. 

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on February 04, 2015, 01:05:50 am

So, the Kingdoms of the North thought they'd take advantage of a random afk guy attacking one of our fiefs at 4am to make a land grab?

Bryggan, as Nova Rebache village was a contested area in our peace treaty negotiations, and we stated no willingness to surrender it, I must treat this attack as an act of aggression. Our cease fire is now ended. Tell your carpenters to start making coffins, your going to need them.

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Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on February 04, 2015, 04:00:16 am

Hmmm?  Ah, I see.  Well that Camulos cares about the people of New Rebache.  There is no way he would allow his villagers suffer rule from some random viscious AFKer just because the Wardens couldn't defend it.  But I am a generous man, always seeking peaceful ways to prevent bloodshed.  Despite the protestations from the villagers themselves, I, in the hope of peace, offer to trade New Rebache in exchange for New Yruma castle (garrison included).  It hurts me to do so, but I love each and everyone of my ticks as though it were my own child and hate to see their precious lives thrown away.

So I offer a path to peace and prosperity, but if you refuse it we shall have to mobilize our vast, vast forces and once again the land will be rent with massive XP gaining battles.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: WITCHCRAFT on February 04, 2015, 06:26:43 am

WITCHCRAFT sits upon an empty hog trough outside the merchant hall of Slezkh Castle... she puffs furiously through the entire length of an herbal cigarillo. A haze lingers in the still air, perfumed with the sacred scent of rosemary and copal.

"I dragged these shitty bolts of silk all the way up here. The northmen know nothing of their value! I can't sell them at the price of shoddy hempcloth! At this rate, we'll never even unload those stone-hewn wayshrines from the steppe."

A smoldering ash from the cigarillo lands upon the vellum describing her 'precious' trade cargo. WITCHCRAFT slowly runs a finger behind the veins of black that spread across the useless scroll as it burns. A muffled laugh escapes her lips, pluming more smoke into the air.

"I should have left the silk to rot in some humid steppe storehouse. Wasted time. If only I could fall back to the o l d   w a y s and bolster my army with shadow and malice..."

The mixed smoke of burning calf-leather and herbs coalesces into a shivering doorway. Shrugging her shoulders, WITCHRAFT steps into the smog and disappears. The sleeping guardsman nearby does not notice, but his body convulses. As he wakes, the last of the smoke is siphoned into nothingness. A chill wind brushes past him to fill the space once occupied by the strange woman.

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The billowing fog clears, leaving WITCHCRAFT at the entrance of an old abode. It is disheveled - the thing hasn't been visited in almost a year. Bits of staircase and rooftop have sunken inward. The shadeguard is long since gone from the doorway. She climbs the twisted stair with caution. Upon entering the hut, WITCHCRAFT notices an old friend. A very old friend. He steps into the light projected from the open doorway and speaks.

"O̻̺͎̮̝ͯͭ͂̎̎H̲̝́ͦͬ̊ͣ̎ ̙͚̪̭͉̞ͫ̔ͩ̃̃ͅM͕̯̿́̂ͩͩA͎͔̲̺͆ͭ͐́͆ͭ̀Ŝ̪̩̬̈́̍̃̇T̙͕͖̏͌̀̒̑Ẽ̪̩̺͕̻ͦR̭̘ͬͩ͋ͥ̃̌͛ ̺͒̿ͪ̅W̭̳̞̥̖͚͖͛E̞͉̼͍ ͉̬̥̿̾ͬ̿̍̊H͕͖̀̔̆ͩAV̯ͩ̔ͥ͐ͥ́E̜̲͇͍͓̟ ̟͍͛͑ͧ̈͒ͩM͔̮̟̲̠̝̞̄̋ͮ͂̿͗̔I̐̚Ś̙͍̺͊S̙ͪ͂E̤̜ͧͯ̑̿D̜͇̖̦ͪͮ̈ ̹͍̇͌̔͒͋̓Y͇̣͖͖ͫ͛ͬ̈́̚O͕̟̩̬̜̖͙Ȕ̟̈͊ͥ̈́ͫͦ! ͇̭̪͋̒̾̄̇́ͣW̺̱̟̰̹͎ͭ̇̈́ͭͅH͙̠̫͐Y͓͇͓̬͊ ͓̜̭͎̤͈̬̇D̯͉̩̻̞̄͊̃̽Ó̞͖̱̮̮̺̅͛̋ ̼̟̰̘̣ͥY͒ͪO̤͚̩̰̜̣ͭͥU͙͆́̐ͣ ̻̟̬̎Ľ͔̹̳̯̮͕͎̓E̦̝̭͔̩ͣA̤̹V̳͕̭͓̭̠ͤ̎ͭ͛ͯͧͤE̜̱̲̹̦ͨ̓̎ͧ̍ͤ̀ ̺̣̻̖̜̯̃͆̓̈̋U̩̬͍̟̦̹̓̃ͬͦͨ̉ͤS͔ ͮ̋͑͛I̞̠̭̳̳̜͚̊̓̄͊ͪ̏N͍̫͇̙͖̞͍͑ ̼̗͇̘̳̥̬Ṯ̗̞̥̩̉̄̐̀ȞͣI̔̎ͣ̊̈́͗̒S̭̬͉̫̮͍ͮ͆͂̓ͣ̐ͅ ̮̫̅Ë̬́̏ͣͩX̫̙̱̼̘̭ͨͪ͒̏̾̌͋Q͈͖͇̼ͪͣ̋̇ͣṴ̖ͤI̋͋̇S͉̗͕̻̣̗̭ͣͣͮ͂͑ͫI͖͇̜͉̳̥ͩ̀͂͋̽̾T͍̪̣̫̤̰̓͆E̥̪͕̟ ̲̗̹̺̰̝̋R̞͕̦̘͉͈ͤO̦̭̪̞͌̚Tͧ͛͗ͅ?͙̙͇̩ͤ̏̀̿͊"

"I am no longer welcome here. I love you as always, but my ways have changed. I cannot dote over you and the others as I once did."

"I̦͔͈̋T͎̤͕̘͇͊̆ ͩH̺̮̃̒Ũ͇͖R̸͍̩̠̰̰̯͑ͧ̽ͪ̌͗T̺̄͑S̼̙̋ ̴͉͚̺̮̉̐̈̑ͨT̖͙͙͈̭͍͕ͦ͛̐̂̿͡Oͫ̈́͐̾͋ͧ̚҉͉͕͓̪͖ ͆͗̍͢B͉̯̫̝̔͋̽̓ͅÊ͎̣̯͙̙̥̮ͭ̍̌̽̇̅ ̠̯̜͇̘̉̌ͧ͟Ȧ̫̫̠͕̋ͦ̚L̷͍͚̞̮̻̪͙̉̑͂ͧͥ̔ͦOͫ̅̈͒ͩ͌N̽ͫͪ̃͡Ễ̪͕̮ͬ̎ͦ͌́"

"I am sorry for your pain, but I... can't. The Light spreads across Calradia, and I am but one of many harbingers. I would take you with me, but the light hurts more than the pain of being alone."

"I̦ͫ̎ ̯͚͙̣͎̜̓ͪ̐ͤͯͦ̂W̞͖͓I̻̞̫̼L̗̭͚͉̻͔̇̈́̃͛̽͆͡Ĺ̯̜͒͊́ ̘ͣ̐ͣ͛̐̌F̦̺͓̘O͓͚̖̳̤̍̋̐L̞̯̪͎̜̂ͥ̒ͭ͒̓̍L͝O̰͙͗͋Ẁ̩̉ͭ"

You can't. It is anathema to your ways, to my old ways. If you follow me, you will be but ash."

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WITCHRAFT annoints the lonely guard in keeping with the o l d   w a y s. Its skeletal face is always twisted into the rictus of a grin, but it seems to relax. A sonorous moan flows from between the creature's teeth.

"Perhaps I shall return to you all. The Light is not providing me the salvation I was offered. I sit in squalor, making no use of myself. Perhaps... I shall find a way to introduce you to my new friends..."

"O̜̙̰͕ͮ̒ͤ͂ͩ̔̐H̢͇͈̺̓̇ ̞̯̺̤̐̐̽M̪̯̪̹̈̈̍̎̄͐̚A̘͂ͦ̏̊͂̀S̭̬̝Tͤ͋Ę͉̲̦͖͚̬͙̍̄̆͌̑͊̿R"

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HURRICANE IKE FINAL ADVISORY NUMBER 666
NWS TPC/NATIONAL HURRICANE CENTER MIAMI FL
0200 AM SUN SEP 14 2008

A MASSIVE HURRICANE, NEY, A TITANIC BLACK MASS OF DESTRUCTION, BORN OF THE COLD, EVIL WOMB OF MOTHER NATURE, WILL RENDER MUCH OF COASTAL AND INLAND TEXAS A BARREN WASTELAND. IKE IS COMING.

SUCH IS THE POWER OF THIS STORM, IF INDEED, ANYTHING DISPENSING THIS AMOUNT OF HUMAN SUFFERING CAN BE CALLED A STORM.

THE STORM SURGE, ONCE PREDICTED AT 17 FEET, WILL NOW REACH UNHEARD OF HEIGHTS. IF WILL BE AS IF THE OCEAN ITSELF HAS VACATED IT'S VAST PRISON, SHAKING LOOSE HER CHAINS, AND LAYING ITSELF PRONE ATOP THE CITIES OF MAN. THE LAST VESTIGES OF IT'S BONDAGE SINKING ALL THAT LIES IN IT'S PATH.

ALL STRUCTURES WITHING A 100 MILE RADIUS WILL SUFFER DEVASTATING EFFECTS. WOOD WILL SPLINTER, CONCRETE WILL BECOME DUST. THE FOUNDATIONS WILL BE THE STARK REMNANTS OF HUMAN EXISTENCE IN THESE AREAS. TREES WILL BECOME UPROOTED AND CARRIED MILES BY WINDS THAT WILL BLAST THE VERY SKIN FROM ANYONE FOOLISH ENOUGH TO REMAIN OUTSIDE. BUT THEY WILL BE THE LUCKY ONES...THE FIRST TO DIE. FOR A MUCH GREATER MISERY AWAITS THOSE THAT SURVIVE.

AMIDST THIS MIRE OF CARNAGE, THE FEW SURVIVORS WILL WALLOW IN A SOUP OF DEATH AND DESPAIR, AS THEY FACE GRIM ODDS. FEW STRUCTURES WILL EXIST, AND FOOD AND WATER WILL BE MORE PRECIOUS THAN GOLD. AS CORPSES OF HUMANS AND ANIMALS ROT, DYSENTERY AND MALARIA WILL BEGIN THEIR MACABRE DANCE AMONG THOSE REMAINING AND MANY WILL BE FORCED TO CONSUME ONE ANOTHER TO LIVE ONE FINAL DAY.

ENTIRE GENERATIONS WILL PERISH, AND THE HURRICANE WILL CREEP INTO LEGEND. IT WILL BE A SIN TO EVEN CALL ITS NAME ALOUD, THE VERY EXISTENCE OF THIS EVENT BEING SPOKEN OF IN HUSHED TONES, AND REVERED BY THOSE WHO SEE IT AS JUDGMENT. IKE IS HERE. IKE IS HERE. IKE IS HERE. IKE IS HERE. IKE IS H
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Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Algarn on February 04, 2015, 06:29:21 pm

This shit was hilarious, fuck, NA strat got great RP posts at least  :lol:

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: njames89 on February 04, 2015, 09:46:19 pm

Upon being briefed on the new diplomatic envoys James raised and tilted his cup vaguely in the direction of Heskeytime or Witchcraft and spoke to the wilderness "well done lads"

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Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Thalion_Menelvagor on February 04, 2015, 10:14:43 pm

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Quote from: WITCHCRAFT on February 04, 2015, 06:26:43 am

WITCHCRAFT sits upon an empty hog trough outside the merchant hall of Slezkh Castle... she puffs furiously through the entire length of an herbal cigarillo. A haze lingers in the still air, perfumed with the sacred scent of rosemary and copal.

"I dragged these shitty bolts of silk all the way up here. The northmen know nothing of their value! I can't sell them at the price of shoddy hempcloth! At this rate, we'll never even unload those stone-hewn wayshrines from the steppe."

A smoldering ash from the cigarillo lands upon the vellum describing her 'precious' trade cargo. WITCHCRAFT slowly runs a finger behind the veins of black that spread across the useless scroll as it burns. A muffled laugh escapes her lips, pluming more smoke into the air.

"I should have left the silk to rot in some humid steppe storehouse. Wasted time. If only I could fall back to the o l d   w a y s and bolster my army with shadow and malice..."

The mixed smoke of burning calf-leather and herbs coalesces into a shivering doorway. Shrugging her shoulders, WITCHRAFT steps into the smog and disappears. The sleeping guardsman nearby does not notice, but his body convulses. As he wakes, the last of the smoke is siphoned into nothingness. A chill wind brushes past him to fill the space once occupied by the strange woman.

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The billowing fog clears, leaving WITCHCRAFT at the entrance of an old abode. It is disheveled - the thing hasn't been visited in almost a year. Bits of staircase and rooftop have sunken inward. The shadeguard is long since gone from the doorway. She climbs the twisted stair with caution. Upon entering the hut, WITCHCRAFT notices an old friend. A very old friend. He steps into the light projected from the open doorway and speaks.

"O̻̺͎̮̝ͯͭ͂̎̎H̲̝́ͦͬ̊ͣ̎ ̙͚̪̭͉̞ͫ̔ͩ̃̃ͅM͕̯̿́̂ͩͩA͎͔̲̺͆ͭ͐́͆ͭ̀Ŝ̪̩̬̈́̍̃̇T̙͕͖̏͌̀̒̑Ẽ̪̩̺͕̻ͦR̭̘ͬͩ͋ͥ̃̌͛ ̺͒̿ͪ̅W̭̳̞̥̖͚͖͛E̞͉̼͍ ͉̬̥̿̾ͬ̿̍̊H͕͖̀̔̆ͩAV̯ͩ̔ͥ͐ͥ́E̜̲͇͍͓̟ ̟͍͛͑ͧ̈͒ͩM͔̮̟̲̠̝̞̄̋ͮ͂̿͗̔I̐̚Ś̙͍̺͊S̙ͪ͂E̤̜ͧͯ̑̿D̜͇̖̦ͪͮ̈ ̹͍̇͌̔͒͋̓Y͇̣͖͖ͫ͛ͬ̈́̚O͕̟̩̬̜̖͙Ȕ̟̈͊ͥ̈́ͫͦ! ͇̭̪͋̒̾̄̇́ͣW̺̱̟̰̹͎ͭ̇̈́ͭͅH͙̠̫͐Y͓͇͓̬͊ ͓̜̭͎̤͈̬̇D̯͉̩̻̞̄͊̃̽Ó̞͖̱̮̮̺̅͛̋ ̼̟̰̘̣ͥY͒ͪO̤͚̩̰̜̣ͭͥU͙͆́̐ͣ ̻̟̬̎Ľ͔̹̳̯̮͕͎̓E̦̝̭͔̩ͣA̤̹V̳͕̭͓̭̠ͤ̎ͭ͛ͯͧͤE̜̱̲̹̦ͨ̓̎ͧ̍ͤ̀ ̺̣̻̖̜̯̃͆̓̈̋U̩̬͍̟̦̹̓̃ͬͦͨ̉ͤS͔ ͮ̋͑͛I̞̠̭̳̳̜͚̊̓̄͊ͪ̏N͍̫͇̙͖̞͍͑ ̼̗͇̘̳̥̬Ṯ̗̞̥̩̉̄̐̀ȞͣI̔̎ͣ̊̈́͗̒S̭̬͉̫̮͍ͮ͆͂̓ͣ̐ͅ ̮̫̅Ë̬́̏ͣͩX̫̙̱̼̘̭ͨͪ͒̏̾̌͋Q͈͖͇̼ͪͣ̋̇ͣṴ̖ͤI̋͋̇S͉̗͕̻̣̗̭ͣͣͮ͂͑ͫI͖͇̜͉̳̥ͩ̀͂͋̽̾T͍̪̣̫̤̰̓͆E̥̪͕̟ ̲̗̹̺̰̝̋R̞͕̦̘͉͈ͤO̦̭̪̞͌̚Tͧ͛͗ͅ?͙̙͇̩ͤ̏̀̿͊"

"I am no longer welcome here. I love you as always, but my ways have changed. I cannot dote over you and the others as I once did."

"I̦͔͈̋T͎̤͕̘͇͊̆ ͩH̺̮̃̒Ũ͇͖R̸͍̩̠̰̰̯͑ͧ̽ͪ̌͗T̺̄͑S̼̙̋ ̴͉͚̺̮̉̐̈̑ͨT̖͙͙͈̭͍͕ͦ͛̐̂̿͡Oͫ̈́͐̾͋ͧ̚҉͉͕͓̪͖ ͆͗̍͢B͉̯̫̝̔͋̽̓ͅÊ͎̣̯͙̙̥̮ͭ̍̌̽̇̅ ̠̯̜͇̘̉̌ͧ͟Ȧ̫̫̠͕̋ͦ̚L̷͍͚̞̮̻̪͙̉̑͂ͧͥ̔ͦOͫ̅̈͒ͩ͌N̽ͫͪ̃͡Ễ̪͕̮ͬ̎ͦ͌́"

"I am sorry for your pain, but I... can't. The Light spreads across Calradia, and I am but one of many harbingers. I would take you with me, but the light hurts more than the pain of being alone."

"I̦ͫ̎ ̯͚͙̣͎̜̓ͪ̐ͤͯͦ̂W̞͖͓I̻̞̫̼L̗̭͚͉̻͔̇̈́̃͛̽͆͡Ĺ̯̜͒͊́ ̘ͣ̐ͣ͛̐̌F̦̺͓̘O͓͚̖̳̤̍̋̐L̞̯̪͎̜̂ͥ̒ͭ͒̓̍L͝O̰͙͗͋Ẁ̩̉ͭ"

You can't. It is anathema to your ways, to my old ways. If you follow me, you will be but ash."

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WITCHRAFT annoints the lonely guard in keeping with the o l d   w a y s. Its skeletal face is always twisted into the rictus of a grin, but it seems to relax. A sonorous moan flows from between the creature's teeth.

"Perhaps I shall return to you all. The Light is not providing me the salvation I was offered. I sit in squalor, making no use of myself. Perhaps... I shall find a way to introduce you to my new friends..."

"O̜̙̰͕ͮ̒ͤ͂ͩ̔̐H̢͇͈̺̓̇ ̞̯̺̤̐̐̽M̪̯̪̹̈̈̍̎̄͐̚A̘͂ͦ̏̊͂̀S̭̬̝Tͤ͋Ę͉̲̦͖͚̬͙̍̄̆͌̑͊̿R"

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YO BRYGGAN AND JAMES U INVITED TO A PARTY AT THE ABODE OF SHADOW

I MADE DAQUIRIS

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HURRICANE IKE FINAL ADVISORY NUMBER 666
NWS TPC/NATIONAL HURRICANE CENTER MIAMI FL
0200 AM SUN SEP 14 2008

A MASSIVE HURRICANE, NEY, A TITANIC BLACK MASS OF DESTRUCTION, BORN OF THE COLD, EVIL WOMB OF MOTHER NATURE, WILL RENDER MUCH OF COASTAL AND INLAND TEXAS A BARREN WASTELAND. IKE IS COMING.

SUCH IS THE POWER OF THIS STORM, IF INDEED, ANYTHING DISPENSING THIS AMOUNT OF HUMAN SUFFERING CAN BE CALLED A STORM.

THE STORM SURGE, ONCE PREDICTED AT 17 FEET, WILL NOW REACH UNHEARD OF HEIGHTS. IF WILL BE AS IF THE OCEAN ITSELF HAS VACATED IT'S VAST PRISON, SHAKING LOOSE HER CHAINS, AND LAYING ITSELF PRONE ATOP THE CITIES OF MAN. THE LAST VESTIGES OF IT'S BONDAGE SINKING ALL THAT LIES IN IT'S PATH.

ALL STRUCTURES WITHING A 100 MILE RADIUS WILL SUFFER DEVASTATING EFFECTS. WOOD WILL SPLINTER, CONCRETE WILL BECOME DUST. THE FOUNDATIONS WILL BE THE STARK REMNANTS OF HUMAN EXISTENCE IN THESE AREAS. TREES WILL BECOME UPROOTED AND CARRIED MILES BY WINDS THAT WILL BLAST THE VERY SKIN FROM ANYONE FOOLISH ENOUGH TO REMAIN OUTSIDE. BUT THEY WILL BE THE LUCKY ONES...THE FIRST TO DIE. FOR A MUCH GREATER MISERY AWAITS THOSE THAT SURVIVE.

AMIDST THIS MIRE OF CARNAGE, THE FEW SURVIVORS WILL WALLOW IN A SOUP OF DEATH AND DESPAIR, AS THEY FACE GRIM ODDS. FEW STRUCTURES WILL EXIST, AND FOOD AND WATER WILL BE MORE PRECIOUS THAN GOLD. AS CORPSES OF HUMANS AND ANIMALS ROT, DYSENTERY AND MALARIA WILL BEGIN THEIR MACABRE DANCE AMONG THOSE REMAINING AND MANY WILL BE FORCED TO CONSUME ONE ANOTHER TO LIVE ONE FINAL DAY.

ENTIRE GENERATIONS WILL PERISH, AND THE HURRICANE WILL CREEP INTO LEGEND. IT WILL BE A SIN TO EVEN CALL ITS NAME ALOUD, THE VERY EXISTENCE OF THIS EVENT BEING SPOKEN OF IN HUSHED TONES, AND REVERED BY THOSE WHO SEE IT AS JUDGMENT. IKE IS HERE. IKE IS HERE. IKE IS HERE. IKE IS HERE. IKE IS H
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WITCHRAFT COMIN BACK... soon^tm

Err thanks Witchcraft... for adding to our RP... just glad I read it during daylight. Oh, and nice touch on the herbal cigarillo. Far better than your standard black and mild or swisher sweets.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Lord Camulos on February 05, 2015, 03:04:47 am

Nova Rebache Has had enough, my people are sick of the fight in there simple village. Time and time again War battles rage across the landscape. My dear mother can't take this no more.  This was not an attack on Wardens but a reclaim of my land from another tyrant, I was content with the wardens Having it and my mother could tolerate it. But in this little time Krift has had it i could not bear there torture. No i will not give it back, why do the wardens want it so bad, they will waste their army's for this place, in which I have fought here many times and wasted none, come take it but i warn you you will lose men for what, so your armies will shrink making the rest of your  lands up for grabs. You might win the battle but in the end you will lose. and will never stop taking back my home.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Taser on February 05, 2015, 05:08:35 am

We haz torches. Beware!

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Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Jona on February 05, 2015, 05:14:37 am

Quote from: Taser on February 05, 2015, 05:08:35 am

We haz torches. Beware!

D00d, some HoC guys and I just hopped on GK siege to do some pubstomping... the torches are so great in native! They actually catch people (and doors) on fire! Like shit, add that to crpg, mod = revived.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Taser on February 05, 2015, 05:47:41 am

Quote from: Jona on February 05, 2015, 05:14:37 am

D00d, some HoC guys and I just hopped on GK siege to do some pubstomping... the torches are so great in native! They actually catch people (and doors) on fire! Like shit, add that to crpg, mod = revived.

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Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: CALAMARI on February 05, 2015, 08:31:16 am

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Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Bryggan on February 05, 2015, 02:38:14 pm

Quote from: SQUIDNAUGHT on February 05, 2015, 08:31:16 am

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Oh yeah, that :oops: For some reason we thought during siege everything got locked up... but I guess crime doesn't.  Good thing i double checked with sJimmy before I threw my guys in there.

Well, um, some really good gear for our 200 peasants, so sign for us!

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Lord Camulos on February 06, 2015, 03:33:23 am

Nova Rebache has fought well, but the wardens have slaughtered these innocent peasants just for their greedy needs, but I promise you this, you wont keep this long.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: StonedSteel on February 06, 2015, 05:46:29 am

listen ya, i dont really know or care wtf is happening in crpg or the latest wars,..... all i really wanna know


who is Lord CamaltoesCamulos?

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Lord Camulos on February 06, 2015, 06:03:51 am

I am Camulos a  Crusader of Acre born in Nova Rebache. And I will regain my home town.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: WITCHCRAFT on February 06, 2015, 05:34:39 pm

enjoy my crime-ridden fief, please clear out the criminals so it's squeaky clean when I take it back in a few days  :)

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: WITCHCRAFT on February 06, 2015, 05:54:35 pm

Quote from: HESKEYTIME on February 06, 2015, 05:49:39 pm

You'll never find a more wretched gathering of scum and villainy.

And hey, dont pretend you cant put up a fight. I saw that shiny little force entering your village. Either way, whatever gear you have i demand that you put up a fight of equal roster.

I didn't know a shiny army came by my village. There should be at least some basic shit for the 500 population. Hope it's a good fight, I still don't have my computer fixed.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: StonedSteel on February 07, 2015, 02:09:35 am

idk y i keep checking this, i guess im hoping for something interesting to just POP UP outta nowhere

sigh

im bored

Witchcraft can you post more of your bat-shit-fucking crazy artwork plz?

and more hard to read sentences hidden by random numbers and letters. i find that shit fascinating idk y.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Taser on February 07, 2015, 02:10:42 am

Quote from: HESKEYTIME on February 06, 2015, 05:59:48 pm

If you cant be there, i hope someone takes screens. It will be the greatest battle of all time, you will think you've wandered out of cRPG into Bearforce2 mod

I can confirm. It was the greatest battle of our times.

Woulddoagain/10.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: Taser on February 07, 2015, 02:12:42 am

Quote from: HESKEYTIME on February 07, 2015, 02:11:00 am

On the plus side i learnt as a result of the battle that my mic didnt work, i have now fixed my mic!

On a negative, plate armour, spawn-rape etc, 300 troops wasted no exp for anyone. On a positive, all future armies will be tryhard no-fun, or fighting similarly fun-orientated themed armies.

Maybe it wasn't the best xp battle but.. that was the funniest battle I've played in this strat. People exclaiming they hit someone and you gave out a promotion lol.

Plz do again.

Title: Re: War in the North
Post by: WITCHCRAFT on February 07, 2015, 02:42:57 am

Quote from: StonedSteel on February 07, 2015, 02:09:35 am

Witchcraft can you post more of your bat-shit-fucking crazy artwork plz?

and more hard to read sentences hidden by random numbers and letters. i find that shit fascinating idk y.

sure just let me work my way through this 6-pack so im drunk enough to pretend i am a girl again