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by Kalmarnavia » Fri Sep 04, 2020 12:44 pm
by Phaenix » Fri Sep 04, 2020 12:56 pm
Kalmarnavia wrote:Ser Gerold was stunned. He hoped that the blessings of the Twelve would be upon him in this battle. Perhaps not.
He would not, however, fall without a fight. He gripped his stolen sword firmly in his hands, and swiftly moved his head out of the way of the punch from the Premier. It connected with his shoulder, pushing the air out of Gerold as he drove the sword upwards, straight in the direction of the Premier's heart as he reached with the punch.
Dockside Tavern, Roskilde
The door to the back room of the tavern flew open. A hush fell over the traitors as the landlord, bloodied and broken, was thrown onto the floor.
10 guards, the golden dragon of the Crown showing on their chestplates, entered. They levelled their rifles on Dennas and the crowd as Ser Alain Goldsborough entered. The blood still dripped from his fist as two of his sword brothers, Ser Jaime Heelstein and Ser Hugo Falfeather, walked from behind him. They drew their own rifles from the holsters slung across their backs.
"Well what do you know, boys? Seems old Ninehands was right, Gods rest him. We would find a veritable nest of traitors here."
He gestured to the landlord, who's foot twitched occasionally.
"This one was known to us already as a degenerate traitor to His Grace, and I'm sure we'll become well acquainted with all of you... Well, those of you who we do not already know. Fine day to you, Lord Crassius. My my, a long way from the Guild of Merchants now aren't we?"
A tall man with a white beard in the back of the room tried desperately to conceal himself.
Ser Alain turned to Dennas.
"There will be no Union arms delivered to you. We'll be waiting to intercept them. When we're done interrogating you, we'll round up the rest of merry band of traitors. In fact, a good number of them are as we speak. You have friends within the Union aye, but so does His Grace. Friends well placed to deliver your kind up to us."
Ser Allain turned to address the crowd.
"There are 100 well armed Royal guards, and 200 hundred battle starved men who march under the banner of Lord Foley outside. Come quietly. Resistance is futile. If you tell us what you know and what we need to know, those who are on the edges of this conspiracy will avoid the noose. The rest of you? Well, it'll be the noose for some. For others, well.. His Grace does not take kindly to rebels, but dear old Asterax views them less favourably. You can beg me and a King for mercy but not a dragon."
Ser Alain drew his gun and levelled it at Dennas.
"Surrender."
by Zhenshiwa » Fri Sep 04, 2020 1:33 pm
by Kalmarnavia » Fri Sep 04, 2020 1:47 pm
by Phaenix » Fri Sep 04, 2020 8:35 pm
Falx Island Harvesting
Date: Twelfth Hundredth year of the Anno Imperatoria to the Twelfth Hundredth and One year of the Anno Imperatoria
Perpetrators: Soulmancer Taahir al-Rahaim, known as 'the Benefactor's Hand,' and Všeobecný Viliam Koreň, known as 'the Butcher of Newcestow'
Casualties: Thirty-nine thousand souls harvested, bodies reanimated as carnes constructs.
Reported by Oculus Nigilius Marcello Aquili, attaché to Indagator Rulli Augusti Tadio.
Union forces landed at Newcestow, where Viliam's Brigáda Zabitia overran the Imperial garrison, before rounding the townsfolk into the square and performing a mass soulharvesting. Union forces then moved to the much larger city of Guilforbu, demolishing the city walls and then torturing the inhabitants for the better part of a year before harvesting. Union forces then fled back across the sea when the Tenth Legion was sent to root them out.
Rape of the Heartlands
Date: Twelfth Hundredth and Fiftieth year of the Anno Imperatoria to the Twelfth Hundredth and Sixtieth year of the Anno Imperatoria
Perpetrator: Všeobecný Stanislav Čížik, known as 'Without Soul'
Casualties: One million one-hundred sixteen thousand eight-hundred dead.
Reported by Oculus Di'Habendi Lucili Cornutus, attaché to Indagator Acilius Valerius Aemilianus.
Large Union raiding force razed the port towns bordering the Mare Novissimum, before sailing up the Asli River, slaying all in their path. Briefly walked to the Dheine River, before setting sail towards the Mare Orientis and being destroyed at sea.
Project Harbinger
Date: Twelfth Hundredth and Eightieth year of the Anno Imperatoria
Project Leads: Metallurgist Kusdraes Fierycloak and Doctor Saajid el-Wakim
Casualties: Ten-thousand Imperial citizens harvested and placed into Harbinger bodies, possibly more.
Reported by Oculus Iunium Gallionem Hosidius, attaché to Indagator Magno Pompeio Vibius.
Several hidden laboratories have been given over for this 'Project Harbinger.' From what I have been able to gather from notes and hearsay, captives are brought to the soulmancers and metallurgists to be harvested, and then placed into metal bodies to act as undying soldiers. So far, only a few souls have been controllable, while the rest went on rampages and had to be put down. I have gained entrance to a possible lab in Delkopi. Will update when more information is acquired.
Note: Oculus Iunium failed to send his weekly report, and is presumed dead.
To His Grace, King Jaeharys the First of the House Wend.
From His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Titus Helvius Venatius.
His Grace will be pleased to know that Ser Gerold has been recovered, alive. Though suffering from a mild case of malnourishment and venenum in sanguinem (poison in the blood), along with a concussion, Ser Gerold will make a full recovery by the time your forces arrive in the Imperial capital. Let this be a sign of the friendship between the Kingdom of Kalmarnavia and the Empire of Phaenix!
Ut ad regnum suum victrix augebat Imperii!
by Piikala » Fri Sep 04, 2020 10:28 pm
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by Shwe Tu Colony » Sun Sep 06, 2020 8:15 pm
TO: Emperor Titus
FROM: Eglantyne Baestia, leader of Psytrine/Parfuhmerian/Penglairean humanitarian operations
We are delighted to announce that our base of operations is being set up. While we will still need some time for some of our operatives to complete certain sustainability protocols — namely the creation of a forest — we are otherwise ready to handle any refugees coming in, and if necessary, some of us can be called away to aid other zones. If absolutely necessary, we are also capable of moving our core base, that being the Psytrine Expeditionary Platform, if there is an overwhelming influx.
We look forward to further cooperation.
by Alegeharia » Mon Sep 07, 2020 1:48 pm
by Zhenshiwa » Tue Sep 08, 2020 2:17 pm
by Kalmarnavia » Tue Sep 08, 2020 3:48 pm
by Phaenix » Thu Sep 10, 2020 2:19 pm
by Alegeharia » Thu Sep 10, 2020 3:24 pm
Phaenix wrote:Eastern Carburg Isle
Unused to seeing a noble act so casual in front of them, the officer whose uniform was practically covered in medals spoke indignantly.
"Hey! I outrank Sergeant Eadnod!"
The offended sergeant turned to the officer and poked his chest.
"Oh yeah? Says who, corporalis? Your father?"
The corporalis puffed out his chest, causing his medals to jingle.
"Yes, he does! Need I remind you who he is? Martii Dominus Arruns Hosidius Sympronian of Atanium! And I, Claudio Tettidius Sympronian, being of noble birth, therefore outrank you!"
Just before the argument turned into a brawl, a man in a black and purple uniform with the Phaenixian phoenix plastered on his arms walked in, the two medals on his chest shining gold.
"You both are outranked by me."
Startled, all in the room snapped to attention, with Sergeant Eadnod shouting.
"Yes, Legatus Opiter Camillius Salinatori!"
Turning from the soldiers, Legatus Salinatori spoke to Malik and Aither.
"Well, Your Highness, Your Majesty, welcome to Shatharhur. Please, make yourself comfortable."
by Kalmarnavia » Sat Sep 12, 2020 3:55 pm
by Phaenix » Sat Sep 12, 2020 7:12 pm
by Kalmarnavia » Sun Sep 13, 2020 2:59 am
by Zhenshiwa » Sun Sep 13, 2020 11:37 am
Kalmarnavia wrote:Rhaena watched in horror as the foreign rider dove towards one of the dragon platforms. Not out of fear of attack, but because he had dove towards the carrier housing Victarion. The bronze behemoth wouldn't take kindly to his sudden appearance. She pulled her reins, and Jacobus dove afterwards. Zanthar followed suit, Radnor grasping the reins for dear life.
"Try and direct him to our carrier, Rhae! Victarion will roast him alive, and then come for us!"
Rhaena yanked her reins, and Jacobus cut in front of the foreigner. The carrier and the gargantuan, ancient beast were both quickly rising to meet them. Radnor pulled alongside, Zanthar snapping none too nicely at the foreign dragon in an effort to force a course change. Radnor alternated between pointing frantically down towards Victarion, who now had noticed the oncoming dragons and was roaring incredibly angrily, while shaking his head and pointing frantically to the empty carrier and nodding.
Aboard the flagship
The radio operator had barely finished translation of the Empress's message back into the Common Tongue before Dontas spied the three dragons barrelling towards the dragon platforms.
"Twelve save them, I think Victarion might attack!"
Argalaic grabbed the binoculars from him.
"Ser Jason! Signal the platforms, I need them to distract Victarion and signal to the foreigner as effectively as they can! I doubt the Empress would be happy if her man was torn apart."
Aboard the dragon platforms
A team of crewmen hurried pushed hulking chunks of oxen and boar out into Victarion's lair, whistling and shouting and waving frantically. It seemed to work, as the ancient creature rounded on them... And poured forth pitch black fire. The crew dove for cover behind the heatproof barriers with the carcases taking the brunt. The charred, blackened meat seemed to fully capture Victarion's attention, for he stalked over to it, the deck plates quaking each time one of his four paws clanged down.
Meanwhile, on the empty carrier of Rhaena, Radnor and Xenia the crew frantically waved enormous green landing flags to try and draw the Zhenshiwanese to them.
by Phaenix » Sun Sep 13, 2020 3:12 pm
Kalmarnavia wrote:Carburg Isle
Ser Rhion looked puzzled at the grizzled lord before him. He looked to Ser Eddard, who appeared to share his confusion.
"Pardon me, ser, but I am concerned. Our advance force is but five thousand strong, most of whom are yet to depart from the fleet. The first wave of our army and supplies shall not arrive for at least two weeks, by which time we shall have a further fifty thousand at our disposal. Prince Aragalaic will wish to hold fast here, and utilise the dragons in raids until more of our forces have arrived."
Ser Eddard chimed in as they rode.
"It may be possible that our forces support any attack, well the dragons anyway. But our Prince will not wish to throw the full weight of our forces into the fray until we have full weight. It will take our ships, our supplies, our men, those two weeks at least to get here. Then our battle fleet shall have to refuel before the further waves. Unless you people have some other means by which close to a quarter of a million men, tens of thousands of mechanised cannons, and all our supplies and munitions can be gotten here sooner I am afraid that beyond the dragons the support we can offer in the initial attack you speak of is limited."
The Kalmarnavian camp was quickly being thrown up as they marched. Rhion looked overhead as the massive airships departed. No dragons in aight yet. He frowned. The fleet would be there soon, and then they would have true aerial superiority.
Outside the Kungshallen
The guard raised a quizzical eyebrow beneath his helm. From within the guardhouse, five of his comrades stepped out, their rifles at the ready. The guard pointed to the box.
"No one save the royal couriers carry goods bound for the Kungshallen. And you don't look like you are a member of the Courier Corps of the Most High Order of Merchantmen...who is this package for?"
A second guard walked closer.
"Never 'eard of this Chandyll fella...what's his trade?"
A third sidled over, keeping his finger near to the trigger of his gun.
"Sounds like this one has a dockside accent. You drink down by the wharves, then? Ever been to that tavern got raided the day before last?"
A fourth guard slung his rifle across his back at put a hand on Darick's shoulder.
"Best you come inside with us, mate. Answer our questions, let us get to the bottom of this, hey?"
The Coves, a few miles outside of the city
A sharp whistle reverberated around the cove. From behind rocks, around 300 riflemen clad in the white armour of House Orjorden and a further fifty in the uniform of the Royal Guard popped up.
Ser Kevin Ojorden strode out into the light, his pistol trained on the captain of one of the freighters.
"In the name of Jaeharys, of the House Wend, the First of his Name, King of Kalmarnavia, Lord of the Six Realms, defender of the faith, ruler of the skies, of the Blood of the Conqueror and Blood of the Dragon I, Kevin of House Ojorden, hereby place you under arrest. Do not resist. You face several hundred well armed and trained soldiers. Outside, three destroyers of the Royal Fleet have closed the straits. And any moment now-"
The island shook and small fragments of rock fell. A deafening roar could be heard, as a fairly large black and amber dragon dropped from the sky and landed on the small hill overlooking the bay.
"...a dragon will appear to support our efforts. Lay down your arms, raise your hands in surrender, and come quietly."
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