Farendale Civil War (IC, PT, CLOSED)

[Farendale]

OOC/Sign-ups

Belligerents:
Pro-Kingdom of Farendale
The Kingdom of Farendale
Rentalla
Lolloh
Absurrania

Pro-UGD
The United Grand Duchy of Farendale
Kingdom of Amcar (Zeinbrad)
Independent Kapolei
Military Democracy of Birtonia

[Farendale]

Fort Dreadrock, Farendale

Major General Karl Blake VI of the United Grand Duchy forces leads 500 Mounted Cavalry, 600 Infantry, and 17 Nobles to take nearby Fort Dreadlock. It is a small fortification strategic in controlling the only river in Parek County. 30 Farendite Regulars, 5 Mounted Cavalry, and 25 pieces of artillery are stationed as garrison to Fort Dreadlock. Soon the UGD forces surround the fort and demand surrender, also moving in circles around the fort to make their large forces seem even larger. Lieutenant Derrick Clark hands over his sword to Major General Karl Blake VI, and surrenders the fort. The Farendite flag is shot at, torn down, burned, and replaced by the UGD flag. The UGD captures the fort without a shot.

[Military Democracy of Birtonia]

Southern Farendite Sea
Knight Admiral George Hansel

George stood on the deck of his flagship as he viewed the 5th MEU sailing towards their newfound enemy. He knew his countries colors flew high and proud above him, so he left his fear behind as the Farendale coast came into view. He had been personally selected for this mission by the Knights Regent, as he had family relations with the rebelling classes of Farendale. Birtonia had expected to come and aid the rebels, in return gaining a large ally in the region.

The Admiral soon gave the order for all hands to their battle station,s several short whistle calls rang over the ocean. immediately after, the sails were pulled up to combat status, cannon was primed and loaded, marines were loading rifles on the deck, and loading other weaponry, all ready for war..

[Absurrania]

OOC EDIT: Redid the entire intro to show the entire landing part. This should be enough/

Farendale Beaches-Around Noon
Major General Yusuf Ali Ibn Mahmoud, of the Absurranian High Command, stood up as the his men told him that they were going to land at the beaches of Farendale. Going up to the deck, sure enough, they were laying anchor and opening up the steps.
"Alright. Infantry and Cavalrymen are to unload first, with their weapons, rations, and personal effects. Next will come the general supplies, the camp and officer staff members, the camping supplies, and all of the tools and personal effects that required in this category. Finally, the Cavalry will unload their horses and mount them. Now get to work!" barked Major Yusuf as his men began the tedious process of unloading themselves, and their supplies off of the transport ship. There were another four transport ships, and it would take the entire day to unload everything.

Sighing in exasperation, he went back to his quarters to get some rest before the actual war began.

[Farendale]

Southern Farendite Sea
Knight Admiral George Hansel

George stood on the deck of his flagship as he viewed the 5th MEU sailing towards their newfound enemy. He knew his countries colors flew high and proud above him, so he left his fear behind as the Farendale coast came into view. He had been personally selected for this mission by the Knights Regent, as he had family relations with the rebelling classes of Farendale. Birtonia had expected to come and aid the rebels, in return gaining a large ally in the region.

The Admiral soon gave the order for all hands to their battle station,s several short whistle calls rang over the ocean. immediately after, the sails were pulled up to combat status, cannon was primed and loaded, marines were loading rifles on the deck, and loading other weaponry, all ready for war..

Captain Phillip Watkins stares through his telescope at the approaching fleet on the deck of his ship. He is with his patrol group of 4 Farendite Navy ships and orders preparation. Bells and whistles sound and he orders the smallest ship to head back to the mainland for reinforcements. The ships ready the cannons and bring the ships to face the enemy fleet. Marksmen and sailors ready Baker Rifles on deck and sailors manage grapeshot cannons on top of the masts as well as marksmen with Baker Rifles on the masts.

[Absurrania]

"Fire!" Yelled Sargeant Linedarb as he raised his musket and did so. His men soon followed.
They had been doing a routine 25 man dawn scouting mission to check on enemy movements, but had not been expecting to suddenly round a corner into another, non friendly patrol of enemy soldiers.
A mere 50 yards away from him, Sargeant Linedarb watched as the 7 soldiers raised their muskets and opened fire, before being swiftly brought to the ground by their adversaries.

Two Absurranian scouts clutched their chests and groaned, life draining from them. Another took a musket ball to the leg.

"Retreat! Retreat now! They'll have heard those shots, and the nearest cavalry will be on us within mintues!" barked Linedarb as he and his men rushed to the nearest cornfield a few hundred yards away, some dragging their fallen comrades while the rest attempted to reload their muskets for a final volley. Sure enough, cavalry arrived just as the men entered the cornfield. But they had been spotted. Linedarb, musket still unloaded, turned around, whipped out his pistol and unloaded it in the general direction of the cavalry. As did a few other of his men, before contining their way through the cornfield.

One of the enemy cavalry men grabbed his shoulder and grimaced in pain, but still continued his advance. Another fell of his horse at it fell. The rest seemed unharmed and, if anything, quickened their pace. Linedarb swore underneath his breath and followed his men through the cornfield.

The cavalry pursued them, but the scouts managed to escape their sight and made it back to base using the maze of fields, creeks, and patches of treeline. The men would eventually return to their base, with the Absurranian Royal Cavalry(ARC), and Absurranian Linemen(ARL) were encamped. Sargeant Linedarb would surely receive a stern talking to from his superior, Captain Yorkub.

[Farendale]

"Fire!" Yelled Sargeant Linedarb as he raised his musket and did so. His men soon followed.
They had been doing a routine 25 man dawn scouting mission to check on enemy movements, but had not been expecting to suddenly round a corner into another, non friendly patrol of enemy soldiers.
A mere 50 yards away from him, Sargeant Linedarb watched as the 7 soldiers raised their muskets and opened fire, before being swiftly brought to the ground by their adversaries.

Two Absurranian scouts clutched their chests and groaned, life draining from them. Another took a musket ball to the leg.

"Retreat! Retreat now! They'll have heard those shots, and the nearest cavalry will be on us within mintues!" barked Linedarb as he and his men rushed to the nearest cornfield a few hundred yards away, some dragging their fallen comrades while the rest attempted to reload their muskets for a final volley. Sure enough, cavalry arrived just as the men entered the cornfield. But they had been spotted. Linedarb, musket still unloaded, turned around, whipped out his pistol and unloaded it in the general direction of the cavalry. As did a few other of his men, before contining their way through the cornfield.

One of the enemy cavalry men grabbed his shoulder and grimaced in pain, but still continued his advance. Another fell of his horse at it fell. The rest seemed unharmed and, if anything, quickened their pace. Linedarb swore underneath his breath and followed his men through the cornfield.

The cavalry pursued them, but the scouts managed to escape their sight and made it back to base using the maze of fields, creeks, and patches of treeline. The men would eventually return to their base, with the Absurranian Royal Cavalry(ARC), and Absurranian Linemen(ARL) were encamped. Sargeant Linedarb would surely receive a stern talking to from his superior, Captain Yorkub.

OOC: No enemy soldiers have landed yet, and you didn't post how you got into Farendale either.

[Absurrania]

"Fire!" Yelled Sargeant Linedarb as he raised his musket and did so. His men soon followed.
They had been doing a routine 25 man dawn scouting mission to check on enemy movements, but had not been expecting to suddenly round a corner into another, non friendly patrol of enemy soldiers.
A mere 50 yards away from him, Sargeant Linedarb watched as the 7 soldiers raised their muskets and opened fire, before being swiftly brought to the ground by their adversaries.

Two Absurranian scouts clutched their chests and groaned, life draining from them. Another took a musket ball to the leg.

"Retreat! Retreat now! They'll have heard those shots, and the nearest cavalry will be on us within mintues!" barked Linedarb as he and his men rushed to the nearest cornfield a few hundred yards away, some dragging their fallen comrades while the rest attempted to reload their muskets for a final volley. Sure enough, cavalry arrived just as the men entered the cornfield. But they had been spotted. Linedarb, musket still unloaded, turned around, whipped out his pistol and unloaded it in the general direction of the cavalry. As did a few other of his men, before contining their way through the cornfield.

One of the enemy cavalry men grabbed his shoulder and grimaced in pain, but still continued his advance. Another fell of his horse at it fell. The rest seemed unharmed and, if anything, quickened their pace. Linedarb swore underneath his breath and followed his men through the cornfield.

The cavalry pursued them, but the scouts managed to escape their sight and made it back to base using the maze of fields, creeks, and patches of treeline. The men would eventually return to their base, with the Absurranian Royal Cavalry(ARC), and Absurranian Linemen(ARL) were encamped. Sargeant Linedarb would surely receive a stern talking to from his superior, Captain Yorkub.

OOC: No enemy soldiers have landed yet, and you didn't post how you got into Farendale either.

OOC: Oops, but I thought that the Aristocrats & Farendale King supporters were already there. I'll edit my first post.

[Independent Kapolei]

After 5 treacherous days at sea we finally landed on the shore. We unloaded all the equipment waiting for a battle. "Put the anti Calvary pikes in",yells seargent Wellington. The elite equalist stand guard ready to fight with their muskets. Cannons get ready as the the equalists prepare a big battle.

[Farendale]

"Put the anti Calvary pikes in",yells seargent Wellington. The elite equalist stand guard ready to fight with their muskets. Cannons get ready as the the equalists prepare a big battle.

OOC: You have to post how you get into Farendale first.

[Absurrania]

"Forward, march!" yelled Captain Yorkub to his men. 2,500 Absurranian Royal Linemen shouldered their weapons and began to march across the field, to meet their enemies. The aristocratic forces also marched forward, and the two parties came closer, and closer.

The skirmish was taking placed in a plain field, between two farms. Sargent Linedarb and his scouts had noticed a several hundred troops moving in the area, and now the two were going to meet.

"Halt! Make ready!"
The ARL troops unshouldered their weapons.
"Take aim!"
They raised their Royal rifles and took aim.
"Fire!"
A cloud of smoke erupted as the entire front lines fired. Several advancing aristocratic soldiers fell.
"Fire at will!" yelled Captain Yorkub over the gunfire as he drew his own pistol and opened fire.
The aristocratic forces returned fire, and soon men were falling on both sides.

Meanwhile, Sargent Linedarb ordered two hundred of his men, equipped with longer, sharpshooter rifles, into the left cornfields as the battle raged on.
"Alright, men. Aim carefully, and open fire on my mark!" he ordered as he took aim.
Spotting an officer riding around barking orders on his horse, he zeroed in on him, elevating his rifle to adjust for distance and windspeed. He opened fire, hitting the officer solidly in the chest. His men followed suit, and soon the aristocratic forces were taking fire from both their front and let sides, causing confusion.

[Absurrania]

"Charge!"
250 Cavalry of the Absurranian Royal Cavalry, sabers forward, charged through the field directly at the now retreating aristocratic forces. The linemen were already charging, bayonets forward. In the cornfields, the sharpshooters moved quickly to off any stragglers. The aristocrats were whipped, and they were running. A few brave ones fired their rifles to protect their retreating comrades, but it was hopeless. The entire division was in full retreat.
________
Field Report
250 wounded
213 dead.
Enemy was met and defeated. They were chased through the multiple fields before the threat of nearby enemy soldiers launching a counteroffensive became serious and our men retreated
89 rifles captured
40 powder pouches and 35 powder horns

[Farendale]

"Fire!" Yelled Sargeant Linedarb as he raised his musket and did so. His men soon followed.
They had been doing a routine 25 man dawn scouting mission to check on enemy movements, but had not been expecting to suddenly round a corner into another, non friendly patrol of enemy soldiers.
A mere 50 yards away from him, Sargeant Linedarb watched as the 7 soldiers raised their muskets and opened fire, before being swiftly brought to the ground by their adversaries.

Two Absurranian scouts clutched their chests and groaned, life draining from them. Another took a musket ball to the leg.

"Retreat! Retreat now! They'll have heard those shots, and the nearest cavalry will be on us within mintues!" barked Linedarb as he and his men rushed to the nearest cornfield a few hundred yards away, some dragging their fallen comrades while the rest attempted to reload their muskets for a final volley. Sure enough, cavalry arrived just as the men entered the cornfield. But they had been spotted. Linedarb, musket still unloaded, turned around, whipped out his pistol and unloaded it in the general direction of the cavalry. As did a few other of his men, before contining their way through the cornfield.

One of the enemy cavalry men grabbed his shoulder and grimaced in pain, but still continued his advance. Another fell of his horse at it fell. The rest seemed unharmed and, if anything, quickened their pace. Linedarb swore underneath his breath and followed his men through the cornfield.

The cavalry pursued them, but the scouts managed to escape their sight and made it back to base using the maze of fields, creeks, and patches of treeline. The men would eventually return to their base, with the Absurranian Royal Cavalry(ARC), and Absurranian Linemen(ARL) were encamped. Sargeant Linedarb would surely receive a stern talking to from his superior, Captain Yorkub.

OOC: No enemy soldiers have landed yet, and you didn't post how you got into Farendale either.

OOC: Dude, i'm not kidding, post how you get into Farendale before I ban you from the thread.

[Absurrania]

OOC: No enemy soldiers have landed yet, and you didn't post how you got into Farendale either.

OOC: Dude, i'm not kidding, post how you get into Farendale before I ban you from the thread.

OOC: I did man. First post was edited.

[Military Democracy of Birtonia]

OOC Farendale, ready for the first naval battle?

[Farendale]

OOC Farendale, ready for the first naval battle?

OOC: You betcha.

[Military Democracy of Birtonia]

OOC: Well were still sailing at you and im lazy so go ahead and take the first shot

[Farendale]

Southern Farendite Sea
Knight Admiral George Hansel

George stood on the deck of his flagship as he viewed the 5th MEU sailing towards their newfound enemy. He knew his countries colors flew high and proud above him, so he left his fear behind as the Farendale coast came into view. He had been personally selected for this mission by the Knights Regent, as he had family relations with the rebelling classes of Farendale. Birtonia had expected to come and aid the rebels, in return gaining a large ally in the region.

The Admiral soon gave the order for all hands to their battle station,s several short whistle calls rang over the ocean. immediately after, the sails were pulled up to combat status, cannon was primed and loaded, marines were loading rifles on the deck, and loading other weaponry, all ready for war..

Captain Phillip Watkins stares through his telescope at the approaching fleet on the deck of his ship. He is with his patrol group of 4 Farendite Navy ships and orders preparation. Bells and whistles sound and he orders the smallest ship to head back to the mainland for reinforcements. The ships ready the cannons and bring the ships to face the enemy fleet. Marksmen and sailors ready Baker Rifles on deck and sailors manage grapeshot cannons on top of the masts as well as marksmen with Baker Rifles on the masts.

On all ships of the small patrol convoy, on the deck facing the approaching fleet, 10 men in a line wearing standard red Farendite Regular uniforms and 1 officer in a light blue uniform stand. On the main ship, the officer yells "Lock!...Aim!...Fire!!!" as musket balls blast out of the barrels. Cannons open fire on the fleet, while marksmen with baker rifles on top of the masts aim down and fire at the same time grapeshot cannons are worked up there. Flags and short, sharp whistles are used to communicate between ships. The battle is on!

[Farendale]

OOC EDIT: Redid the entire intro to show the entire landing part. This should be enough/

Farendale Beaches-Around Noon
Major General Yusuf Ali Ibn Mahmoud, of the Absurranian High Command, stood up as the his men told him that they were going to land at the beaches of Farendale. Going up to the deck, sure enough, they were laying anchor and opening up the steps.
"Alright. Infantry and Cavalrymen are to unload first, with their weapons, rations, and personal effects. Next will come the general supplies, the camp and officer staff members, the camping supplies, and all of the tools and personal effects that required in this category. Finally, the Cavalry will unload their horses and mount them. Now get to work!" barked Major Yusuf as his men began the tedious process of unloading themselves, and their supplies off of the transport ship. There were another four transport ships, and it would take the entire day to unload everything.

Sighing in exasperation, he went back to his quarters to get some rest before the actual war began.

OOC: That's good enough for me!

[Farendale]

Fort Dreadrock, Farendale

Major General Karl Blake VI of the United Grand Duchy forces leads 500 Mounted Cavalry, 600 Infantry, and 17 Nobles to take nearby Fort Dreadlock. It is a small fortification strategic in controlling the only river in Parek County. 30 Farendite Regulars, 5 Mounted Cavalry, and 25 pieces of artillery are stationed as garrison to Fort Dreadlock. Soon the UGD forces surround the fort and demand surrender, also moving in circles around the fort to make their large forces seem even larger. Lieutenant Derrick Clark hands over his sword to Major General Karl Blake VI, and surrenders the fort. The Farendite flag is shot at, torn down, burned, and replaced by the UGD flag. The UGD captures the fort without a shot.

Major General Boyd Parsons of the Farendite Army marches to Fort Dreadrock to take it back from the rebels. From the south comes 700 Farendite Regulars, 100 Royal Guardsmen (Elite Infantry), 250 dragoons, and 30 pieces of artillery. From the north comes the hired mercenaries, which is 950 Infantry and 50 Mounted Cavalry. Atop the nearby ridge is 25 of the Royal Guard's elite marksmen. The artillery opens fire upon the fort and the mercenaries charge the fort while the Farendites continue marching.

[Military Democracy of Birtonia]

Southern Farendite Sea
Knight Admiral George Hansel

Suddenly ahead of him four Farendale ships were spotting turning to combat. "Take cover!" yelled Hansel as he ducked behind the wheel while keeping one hand on it. Among the crashing of the waves in the distance echoed the familiar scream of cannon fire. Musket balls reached the Birtonian fleet first and ripped through sails, splintering railing and tagging a few Birtonian marines. Shortly after, the cannon balls hit, terrible crashing noises were soon drowned out by the screaming wounded and dying. George stood up and took in the damage on his own flagship, minimal damage, acceptable casualties "hard to port!" he screamed up at the ship liason in the top mast. Two long whistle blasts echoed, followed by an order to open fire.

The frigates formed a battle line and subsequently gave the enemy ships a full broadside of 28 cannons each, save for the flagship which sent a robust 32 shots. The single mortar ship at the rear fired off three rounds, not intending to sink anything but instead to strike fear into the heart of the enemy sailors.

[Absurrania]

Sergeant Linedarb stood to attention inside the tent. Leaning against a chair was Captain Yorkub, and sitting in another chair across from both of them was Major Ali, commander of the invasion.

"Gentlemen, I am very pleased with your work. Sergeant, you've given us some valuable information on enemy movements and have even aided in battles. Captain, you brought a swift victory to a stunned enemy in our first battle. I'm happy to hear this progress. However, I did not bring you here just to applaud you. We still have tons of work. The enemy has encamped over 15,000 men in the valley nearby. Yesterday, Sergeant Linedarb and his men spotted at least 3,000 of these men moving towards our front. We need to meet them head on without exhausting our troops. Captain Yorkub, you are too meet them in a \_/ formation with 2,000 men, so that you may flank them on both sides. Sargent Linedarb and his men are to carry sandbags to the frontline to provide cover for your men and make up for their smaller numbers. I want you to act fast gentlemen. Dismissed" said the Major as he gave them a salute.
With that, both Captain Yorkub and Sergeant Linedarb returned sharp salutes, before walking out to their respective men.

[Farendale]

Southern Farendite Sea
Knight Admiral George Hansel

Suddenly ahead of him four Farendale ships were spotting turning to combat. "Take cover!" yelled Hansel as he ducked behind the wheel while keeping one hand on it. Among the crashing of the waves in the distance echoed the familiar scream of cannon fire. Musket balls reached the Birtonian fleet first and ripped through sails, splintering railing and tagging a few Birtonian marines. Shortly after, the cannon balls hit, terrible crashing noises were soon drowned out by the screaming wounded and dying. George stood up and took in the damage on his own flagship, minimal damage, acceptable casualties "hard to port!" he screamed up at the ship liason in the top mast. Two long whistle blasts echoed, followed by an order to open fire.

The frigates formed a battle line and subsequently gave the enemy ships a full broadside of 28 cannons each, save for the flagship which sent a robust 32 shots. The single mortar ship at the rear fired off three rounds, not intending to sink anything but instead to strike fear into the heart of the enemy sailors.

OOC: Oh, sorry, it's three ships. The smallest one turned to the mainland to get reinforcements.

[Farendale]

Southern Farendite Sea
Knight Admiral George Hansel

Suddenly ahead of him four Farendale ships were spotting turning to combat. "Take cover!" yelled Hansel as he ducked behind the wheel while keeping one hand on it. Among the crashing of the waves in the distance echoed the familiar scream of cannon fire. Musket balls reached the Birtonian fleet first and ripped through sails, splintering railing and tagging a few Birtonian marines. Shortly after, the cannon balls hit, terrible crashing noises were soon drowned out by the screaming wounded and dying. George stood up and took in the damage on his own flagship, minimal damage, acceptable casualties "hard to port!" he screamed up at the ship liason in the top mast. Two long whistle blasts echoed, followed by an order to open fire.

The frigates formed a battle line and subsequently gave the enemy ships a full broadside of 28 cannons each, save for the flagship which sent a robust 32 shots. The single mortar ship at the rear fired off three rounds, not intending to sink anything but instead to strike fear into the heart of the enemy sailors.

The 3 small Farendite Navy ships, 16 cannons each, continue to open fire upon the Birtonian naval vessels. Cannons bombard the fleet as fast as their RPM can permit. On the decks, 11 Farendite Regulars open fire upon enemy sailors and troops that they could aim on. Royal Guard (Elite Infantry) marksmen aim down from the masts while grapeshot cannons also fire from the masts. Captain Philip Watkins gives the order to give no mercy, kill as many as possible, then every man for himself as soon as the ship is halfway sunk.

[Independent Kapolei]

The soldiers quickly set up tents and shelter. Some soldiers get ready for a special attack while others drink water from the treacherous day. We have decided to stay in a grand duchy city in case of an attack.