Battle of the Scorched Plains
<Prince Maximilian the Great>
-southern fields outside the Arrian Mountains-
Prince Maximilian swore and spat blood to the torn ground. This was not how he imagined this playing out. That foreign fool had brought thousands less then him to the feild and yet the man had somehow just incircled and smashed his best Lancers. That BASTERD. He would pay for this slight. There were more pressing issues however. Without his lancers Prince Maximilian was left with only his Khanan mercenaries, his heavily armored Knaught, and the simple peasant levies. His Knaught were barely holding against the core of the foreign army. They were way too good with blades. Fortunately it didn't seem like they were forming a formation so his Knaught could hold with their sheild wall. Not for long though it seemed, casualties were mounting. The mercenaries were still keeping the attention of those giant abomonations which was fortunate. They had been worth every coin. Then that left his peasants. Maximilian had tried to use them as a flanking force when he engaged his lancers but had to pull them back before they routed. The enemy soldiers were just too damn good. No matter. It was going to be useless anyway. Lord Frederick, Maximilian's uncle was coming with reinforcemnts. Together They would crush this foreigner. Right now, all Prince Maximilian had to do was hold and wait.
<Lord Frederick>
Lord Frederick twirled his mustash and adjusted his guilded braces. This would be a day of victory for him. He would 'save' his nephew and be hailed a hero for once in his life. Glory would not be take from him again
"My Lord! Kendalindrans on the crest of the next hill! They came out of nowhere sir! It looked as if the air itself was tearing way for them!"
The messenger, a poor malnourished boy who looked around 14 or 15 was clearly terrified.
Lord Frederick, a poor, plump lord who looked around 35 was also clearly terrified "KENDALINDRANS?!?!.... I.... I...-"
Lord Frederick's court mage leaned over and interrupted "They must have come through with a space portal. This is unpresidented. Look at those red banners. They are not here to take over. They are here to kill. These are mercenaries ment to hold us here. I advise you to take your best men and go save your nephew Lord Frederick. I will hold the Kendalindrans here with the rest of the army."
Lord Frederick bowed his head furiously "Yes, YES! I shall go on. Wish me luck Hanz! For I delve into death!" the Lord rode off towards his honor guard and began shouting orders.
Hanz the court mage sniffed. Hopefully that idiot would die and he could take power. After all h-
Hanz the court mage slapped to the ground. A heavy barbed arrow stuck through his exposed neck. Then Lord Frederick's horse fell, Lord Frederick breacking his leg on the fall. Officers died up and down the unprepared collumn. Then the Kendalindrans were on them.
-southern fields outside the Arrian Mountains-
Prince Maximilian swore and spat blood to the torn ground. This was not how he imagined this playing out. That foreign fool had brought thousands less then him to the feild and yet the man had somehow just incircled and smashed his best Lancers. That BASTERD. He would pay for this slight. There were more pressing issues however. Without his lancers Prince Maximilian was left with only his Khanan mercenaries, his heavily armored Knaught, and the simple peasant levies. His Knaught were barely holding against the core of the foreign army. They were way too good with blades. Fortunately it didn't seem like they were forming a formation so his Knaught could hold with their sheild wall. Not for long though it seemed, casualties were mounting. The mercenaries were still keeping the attention of those giant abomonations which was fortunate. They had been worth every coin. Then that left his peasants. Maximilian had tried to use them as a flanking force when he engaged his lancers but had to pull them back before they routed. The enemy soldiers were just too damn good. No matter. It was going to be useless anyway. Lord Frederick, Maximilian's uncle was coming with reinforcemnts. Together They would crush this foreigner. Right now, all Prince Maximilian had to do was hold and wait.
<Lord Frederick>
Lord Frederick twirled his mustash and adjusted his guilded braces. This would be a day of victory for him. He would 'save' his nephew and be hailed a hero for once in his life. Glory would not be take from him again
"My Lord! Kendalindrans on the crest of the next hill! They came out of nowhere sir! It looked as if the air itself was tearing way for them!"
The messenger, a poor malnourished boy who looked around 14 or 15 was clearly terrified.
Lord Frederick, a poor, plump lord who looked around 35 was also clearly terrified "KENDALINDRANS?!?!.... I.... I...-"
Lord Frederick's court mage leaned over and interrupted "They must have come through with a space portal. This is unpresidented. Look at those red banners. They are not here to take over. They are here to kill. These are mercenaries ment to hold us here. I advise you to take your best men and go save your nephew Lord Frederick. I will hold the Kendalindrans here with the rest of the army."
Lord Frederick bowed his head furiously "Yes, YES! I shall go on. Wish me luck Hanz! For I delve into death!" the Lord rode off towards his honor guard and began shouting orders.
Hanz the court mage sniffed. Hopefully that idiot would die and he could take power. After all h-
Hanz the court mage slapped to the ground. A heavy barbed arrow stuck through his exposed neck. Then Lord Frederick's horse fell, Lord Frederick breacking his leg on the fall. Officers died up and down the unprepared collumn. Then the Kendalindrans were on them.
The Conflict
Prelude
Nations declaring war
Start Date
January 975
Ending Date
April 976
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