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Title: Battle of New Ibiran - NA - 7:15 PM EST Thursday
Post by: Gryph_Hawkshade on April 05, 2016, 07:24:40 pm
Heraldic Tales from Across the Lands:  Dwarven field battles and the Battle of Ibiran

The tide of the war effort has turned quite sinister for the Holy Crusade. 
The dwarven armies were greatly underestimated. In fact, they made a mockery of the boasting and prideful human forces, who fought tooth and nail to survive.
The field battle commanded by Bruttus was nearly a disaster, fought bravely by both sides. Unfortunately Penintent Tutlers' slightly greater numbers and superior forces won the day. Bruttus barely escaped with his life, rushing back to the shadowy figure which some purport truly masterminds the Crusader Army.

With the first of the crusader battles gone awry, a wave of panic and fear set into the Crusader Army, demoralizing all who became cognicent of this loss. Word of this defeat spread to the human armies in hushed whispers, growing in magnitude and awfulness as the tale unfolded. Duke Gryphter scrambled to give chase and finish Penitent from the crusader lands, for an enemy left alive will always return to wreak havok. However his forces were intercepted by a courier from the crusader leadership. Warning from leadership indicated that the retaking of Ibiran was paramount to the crusade, furthermore it was not as assured as once presumed.

In Ibiran, Ashes and tendrils of smoke arose from the wreckage left by the dwarves. The burnt bodies of the denizens clouding the air with it's sickly smell. The clever little rock humpers chose this village well, it's strategic sloping landscape heavily favoring defense. They lay in wait to ambush Sir Chumleys forces, who casually and most ignorantly marched into a most foul trap.

Directly in front of Chumleys' army was a crescent formation of dwarves. Chumleys forces stared incredully from the bottom of the high sloping hill. This vantage affording the dwarven army clear line of sight for ranged attacks. These stubby little bearded warriors were exceptionally patient and organized, holding their positions without fear, never wavering.  They rained arrows and bolts down upon their foes incessantly. Centered atop the peak of the hill was a line of shielders, polearmers and two handers, backed ingeniously by another line of dwarven pikemen. Unusual tactis for the dwarves indeed.

Initially the battle was slow to move into action, both forces resigned to outwait their opponents and find a weakness. It quickly became clear that the dwarves were no fools.  Men poured in to the slaughter, they tried to circumvent this line but were cut down by dwarves hiding in wait in the rubble of the village. Mercenary cavalarymen raked through Chumleys forces who struggled up the hill towards their enemies.

Both armies suffered significant casualties throught this battle. However the human forces were clearly losing men quicker than the dwarves. As the fighting ensued the Human army suffered from crippling losses and eventually desertion. Their communication lines were taken out first and foremost (teamspeak broke). Chumleys' army had very little in the way of strategy, as sporadic groups of men rushed a unified dwarven front.  A few heroes valiantly went down swinging, taking out a fair number of dwarves. Ultimately though it was not enough, the dwarves inflicted devastating losses upon man. As the hours went on and night began to fall, the retreat horn was sounded.  Many a man was cut down in the retreat. Commander Chumley barely escaping with his life and the lives of a few of his lieutenants. When he stumbled upon Gryphter's party he was bruised and bloodied… his men faring worse.

"This will not stand" said Gryphter (secretly nervous to engage his forces in his first ever battle), sending a small number of his men to safely escort Chumley back to the capital. Gryphters scouts reported the dwarven remnants to be small in number compared to his forces, however these scouts also reported that they were collecting much gear from the dead and piling more bodies upon their burning death pire. Not giving them much time to reorganize Gryphters forces surrounded the small village… as they prepare for a final blow in a valiant attempt to quell the Dwarven uprise.
Title: Re: Battle of New Ibiran - NA - 7:15 PM EST Thursday
Post by: Switchtense on April 05, 2016, 07:57:43 pm
Really nice one.

Looking forward to the sequel after tonight's battle!
Title: Re: Battle of New Ibiran - NA - 7:15 PM EST Thursday
Post by: njames89 on April 05, 2016, 09:15:17 pm
Kneeling before the fight for Ibiran village would resume James and his men prayed...

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"Our Father chadz who art in programming
Hallowed be thy code
Thy patches come, thy will be done
On Calradia as it is in Austria
Give us this day our daily ticks
and forgive us our team kills
as we forgive them that team kill us.
And lead us not into trolling
but deliver us from the Dwarves
For thine is the Strat Map,
The E-Peen and the Glory,
For ever and ever,
Amen"
Title: Re: Battle of New Ibiran - NA - 7:15 PM EST Thursday
Post by: Simon. on April 06, 2016, 02:10:25 am
Quote from: njames89 on April 05, 2016, 09:15:17 pm
Kneeling before the fight for Ibiran village would resume James and his men prayed...

visitors can't see pics , please register or login

"Our Father chadz who art in programming
Hallowed be thy code
Thy patches come, thy will be done
On Calradia as it is in Austria
Give us this day our daily ticks
and forgive us our team kills
as we forgive them that team kill us.
And lead us not into trolling
but deliver us from the Dwarves
For thine is the Strat Map,
The E-Peen and the Glory,
For ever and ever,
Amen"

thats pretty cringy tbh
Title: Re: Battle of New Ibiran - NA - 7:15 PM EST Thursday
Post by: Gryph_Hawkshade on April 06, 2016, 04:19:39 am
A brief retreating resistance ensued, many of the dwarves had already vacated this desecrated village.
Having much greater numbers and approaching from the East this time, a decisive yet hollow victory was won.
It did little to improve the mood amongst of the men. Many of them having lost brothers and friends in the chaos that had occurred on these gore stained lands.

Their kingdom, having recently felt so strong, fell quiet and anxious. 
Generals who strode through the outer lands with confidence and impunity since the disappearance of the Goblin armies now reflected on the real loss they had felt at the hands of the Dwarves.

As Gryphter and his men rode out with what little remained, he couldn't help but wonder when he would see the next Dwarven army.
The only thing he could hope for was that no more innocent villagers would be slain in this senseless war.
He couldn't help but secretly fear that these chaotic Dwarves might just be mad enough to attack their capital and ordered his men to leave this wreckage and head home.