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Title: Tides of War
Post by: Ryazania on January 05, 2007, 01:12:37 AM
OOC: This will be modern age for the people pof Hibernia.

Warships were rowing their way up the Torne. * BOOM *   * BOOM *   * BOOM *   * BOOM *
The Sound of War was beating in the hearts of the Hibernian warriors. * BOOM *   * BOOM *   * BOOM *   * BOOM *
They packed themselves in the fearsome Hibernian warships, the slaves drumming away. * BOOM *   * BOOM *   * BOOM *   * BOOM *
The Kejsare was leading the way to fight the dogs of Midgard. * BOOM *   * BOOM *   * BOOM *   * BOOM *

WAR WAS COMING
Title: Re: Tides of War
Post by: Ryazania on January 05, 2007, 01:20:49 AM
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The warships unloaded on the banks of the Torne, some 2 miles away from the capital of Midgard, Vigrond. There were 3,000 warriors from Midgard on the plains in front of Vigrond. Most of them were untrained or too old for battle, but they had a numerical advantage 3:1. They were headed by Gustaf the Terrible, the leader of Midgard. Noted for his terrible cruelty, he was also known to be rash and incompetent on the battlefield.
Title: Re: Tides of War
Post by: Ryazania on January 05, 2007, 01:46:19 AM
Thargan ran in a furied frenzy towards the huge mass that was the Midgard Army. Looking behind him, he was far ahead of the rest of his comrades-in-arms. Pulling his axe and shield in front of him, he faced the foolish Midgardian that had dared to step out of the ranks. *Shwing* His head flew into the mass of soldiers. His comrades-in-arms had arrived now, launching an ecstatic furor on the Midgardian ranks.
Title: Re: Tides of War
Post by: Ryazania on January 06, 2007, 09:12:08 PM
Thargan awoke from his frenzy, finally coming back to real-time, no longer in a killing furor. He looked around his surroundings, marveling at the destruction the Hibernian warriors had caused. They had slaughtered almost every soldier, save but a few dozen they captured as slaves. Gustaf the Terrible had been slain, his head now in the hands of his father, the Kesjare. Even with all the carnage, he had only lost a few hundred brethren in the battle on the plains of Vigrond.

Now Vigrond, the Midgard capital, was a free city. The Hibernian army began a siege on the walls of the gloomy city that was on the crest of Ryfjallet, the tallest mountain on the range.