War in the North

[Thalion_Menelvagor]

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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.

[AwesomeHail]

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

[Bryggan]

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."

[njames89]

hahaha nicely done

[Thalion_Menelvagor]

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." 

[AwesomeHail]

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!

[poonerplox2]

So I assume that mine was a part one Bryggan?

[Sparvico]

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

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[Bryggan]

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.

[Bryggan]

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.

[Sparvico]

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

[Bryggan]

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.

[Sharpe]

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

[Bryggan]

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.

[Thalion_Menelvagor]

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...