The acrid smelling smoke in the street billowed around General Amir Ander as he rode through the devastated city of Vin, surveying the work of his soldiers as he progressed through it. His men wore their distinct orange coats over their leather jerkins, their black lapels and cuffs denoting their common status. Among them were their commanding officers whose lighter lapels were paired with their rank insignia sewn to the sleeves of their coats. And among them being dragged to various piles by Vinian citizens under the watchful gaze of his men were the corpses of those whom fought back. Shifting his gaze around the main street as his horse clopped along he saw through the shattered wreckage of homes and general debris that several piles had already been set aflame while others were being tossed into the still burning wreckage of someone's home. His soldiers gave their tradition fist over their heart salute as he came by, while the citizenry cowered as he and his column of cavalry moved past towards the remnants of Fort Vin.
For a moment he let a scowl spread across his face as he looked down at the cowards, the half hearted line they had sent out to face his men and been pathetic and collapsed upon the first two volleys his professional valantier had let off at them. When they scattered like rats, he had to let his light cavalry regiment sweep in and run down the fools while his men set up the bombards to take down castle vin. Looking up at the remains of the castle he was unimpressed by the fort which had stopped his people from conquering this land several generations ago. The entire northern wall and tower had come crashing down upon a single volley from the bombards. Allowing his men with a little effort to walk straight into the fort and capture the self proclaimed Duke who held the city.
Speaking of the lords as he approached the cities upper courtyard he saw the Duke of Vin and most of his courtiers. They were lined up against a horse fence, with their hands and feet tied to each post along the fence, they were granted to honor of look upon a short line of Urdan soldiers as they marched in formation. Realizing what was about to happen Anders started to count just as their officer called out for the line to prime and load. With practice discipline his men turned to face their target, hefted their firearms to the priming position, opened the frizzen, grabbed a paper cartridge, cocked the flint, poured the powder in, closed the frizzen, lowered their rifle, poured the remaining powered down the barrel, stuff the cartridge and ball down the barrel, drew their ramrods, shoved the wadding, ball and powered down the rifle, returned the ramrod to position, raised their rifle towards their target, a firing grip was assumed, and then upon being ordered to fire they plastered the Duke and his men with resounding crack, killing him.
When the echos of their shot faded he called out from his horse to the men below “It took you 16 second to perform that drill.” He pounded his fist into his open palm to accent his point “Our victory is dependant upon your prowess to put down enemy soldiers as hastily as possible.” He looked over these men, young valantiers, probably recently drawn from their families as they looked down in shame. Using a disappointed down he reserved for his children and troops he said “You are valantiers, Destined from birth to serve in Combat to your Home and Duty. That duty demands that you can launch a volley in 15 seconds or less and as such I must sentence you to 100 drills and 10 lashes for each of you.” He looked over them as they sagged in dejection, except for one, who saluted and spoke up “Request to take the punishment myself Sir. It was my fault our line could not fire fast enough.”
Anders looked at him for a moment and nodded, permitting this so the regiment could build up a tighter sense of camaraderie. Even if it was based around that one man’s sacrifice, he could be promoted to an officer one day which is what he needed in his officer corp, someone the troops would blindly follow. The only thing more important than discipline was cohesion, it did not matter how fast they could fire if they could not do so as a group. A few moments later the man's sergeant came up and ordered him to take a knee while he drew his whip. Anders Pulled his horse away as he began a trot to the other side of the courtyard where he saw Vinian citizens, wearing finer cloths being pushed into a larger building of sorts. Coming up behind one of his commanders he asked if these were the other Vinian merchants and nobles he requested rounded up. Nodding his lieutenant said that was the last of them, then he looked towards Anders expectantly.
Around him were several lines of Urdan soldiers facing the building where the nobles were being corralled. Holding up his hand he gave the order to set the building and the nobles within on fire and to cut down anyone who tried to escape. Once the oil soaked building went up and people inside started to scream he watched the boys on the front line, younger soldiers who were not there when Urdan had to put down the northern revolt. Several of them took a step back and looked behind them as they watched a burning man jump out of a second story window. however all they saw behind themselves was rows of hardened veterans looking onwards coldly, behind them their horse-mounted commanders looked directly back at them, and behind them in the center of the courtyard the Urdan Dragon flew on an orange banner.
Satisfied that most of the nobles and other possible instigators had been burned to death he turned back towards his aid and signaled for him to walk towards the castle with him. When he reached the opened gates he dismounted and handed the reins to a balvier whom wore Urdan military uniform. Anders kept his annoyance at the balvier wearing the uniform to himself, they were part of King Augis’s military even if they did not make up the valantier fighting force. Still he would prefer a bit of decency in his ranks. Walking past the horsemaster he strolled by several alniers whom at least had the decency not to wear a soldier's overcoat, most were sent from Dalton where Anders was usually stationed but some were from Vin and their allegiances was necessary to holding and utilizing the city. His personal alnier bowed to him and presented him with a written account of the cities resources he had been collecting since they secured the castle.
Satisfied there was enough food to feed their soldiers until supplies could arrive from Urdale he sent word for his commanders to began to prepare to march on Fort Bentler. Word was probably already on its way to Vulthner and he did not want to get caught in the shattered walls and aging fortress of Vin. With that he ordered an office to be set up so he could began working through the information the Alniers were trying to make available to him. He also ordered word to be sent that Vin had fallen with no casualties and the war, per Augis’s orders was under way.
For a moment he let a scowl spread across his face as he looked down at the cowards, the half hearted line they had sent out to face his men and been pathetic and collapsed upon the first two volleys his professional valantier had let off at them. When they scattered like rats, he had to let his light cavalry regiment sweep in and run down the fools while his men set up the bombards to take down castle vin. Looking up at the remains of the castle he was unimpressed by the fort which had stopped his people from conquering this land several generations ago. The entire northern wall and tower had come crashing down upon a single volley from the bombards. Allowing his men with a little effort to walk straight into the fort and capture the self proclaimed Duke who held the city.
Speaking of the lords as he approached the cities upper courtyard he saw the Duke of Vin and most of his courtiers. They were lined up against a horse fence, with their hands and feet tied to each post along the fence, they were granted to honor of look upon a short line of Urdan soldiers as they marched in formation. Realizing what was about to happen Anders started to count just as their officer called out for the line to prime and load. With practice discipline his men turned to face their target, hefted their firearms to the priming position, opened the frizzen, grabbed a paper cartridge, cocked the flint, poured the powder in, closed the frizzen, lowered their rifle, poured the remaining powered down the barrel, stuff the cartridge and ball down the barrel, drew their ramrods, shoved the wadding, ball and powered down the rifle, returned the ramrod to position, raised their rifle towards their target, a firing grip was assumed, and then upon being ordered to fire they plastered the Duke and his men with resounding crack, killing him.
When the echos of their shot faded he called out from his horse to the men below “It took you 16 second to perform that drill.” He pounded his fist into his open palm to accent his point “Our victory is dependant upon your prowess to put down enemy soldiers as hastily as possible.” He looked over these men, young valantiers, probably recently drawn from their families as they looked down in shame. Using a disappointed down he reserved for his children and troops he said “You are valantiers, Destined from birth to serve in Combat to your Home and Duty. That duty demands that you can launch a volley in 15 seconds or less and as such I must sentence you to 100 drills and 10 lashes for each of you.” He looked over them as they sagged in dejection, except for one, who saluted and spoke up “Request to take the punishment myself Sir. It was my fault our line could not fire fast enough.”
Anders looked at him for a moment and nodded, permitting this so the regiment could build up a tighter sense of camaraderie. Even if it was based around that one man’s sacrifice, he could be promoted to an officer one day which is what he needed in his officer corp, someone the troops would blindly follow. The only thing more important than discipline was cohesion, it did not matter how fast they could fire if they could not do so as a group. A few moments later the man's sergeant came up and ordered him to take a knee while he drew his whip. Anders Pulled his horse away as he began a trot to the other side of the courtyard where he saw Vinian citizens, wearing finer cloths being pushed into a larger building of sorts. Coming up behind one of his commanders he asked if these were the other Vinian merchants and nobles he requested rounded up. Nodding his lieutenant said that was the last of them, then he looked towards Anders expectantly.
Around him were several lines of Urdan soldiers facing the building where the nobles were being corralled. Holding up his hand he gave the order to set the building and the nobles within on fire and to cut down anyone who tried to escape. Once the oil soaked building went up and people inside started to scream he watched the boys on the front line, younger soldiers who were not there when Urdan had to put down the northern revolt. Several of them took a step back and looked behind them as they watched a burning man jump out of a second story window. however all they saw behind themselves was rows of hardened veterans looking onwards coldly, behind them their horse-mounted commanders looked directly back at them, and behind them in the center of the courtyard the Urdan Dragon flew on an orange banner.
Satisfied that most of the nobles and other possible instigators had been burned to death he turned back towards his aid and signaled for him to walk towards the castle with him. When he reached the opened gates he dismounted and handed the reins to a balvier whom wore Urdan military uniform. Anders kept his annoyance at the balvier wearing the uniform to himself, they were part of King Augis’s military even if they did not make up the valantier fighting force. Still he would prefer a bit of decency in his ranks. Walking past the horsemaster he strolled by several alniers whom at least had the decency not to wear a soldier's overcoat, most were sent from Dalton where Anders was usually stationed but some were from Vin and their allegiances was necessary to holding and utilizing the city. His personal alnier bowed to him and presented him with a written account of the cities resources he had been collecting since they secured the castle.
Satisfied there was enough food to feed their soldiers until supplies could arrive from Urdale he sent word for his commanders to began to prepare to march on Fort Bentler. Word was probably already on its way to Vulthner and he did not want to get caught in the shattered walls and aging fortress of Vin. With that he ordered an office to be set up so he could began working through the information the Alniers were trying to make available to him. He also ordered word to be sent that Vin had fallen with no casualties and the war, per Augis’s orders was under way.